Timeless

[Verse]

Never learnt the national anthem

I'm quiet by Buck'em Palace

A silent Westminster Abbey

I copped a couple magnets

Elizabeth on a hankie

A London bus in some plastic

Souvenirs for the tourist

Remember my gift wrapping

But that don't mean jack

I feel a lack of belonging

So lemme grab my belongings

And search for what I be longing

For it's half four

Before the sun sets

I'm forcing the doors open

And riding this train wreck

One stop, hop off and step

Stroll till I'm out of breathe

So 30 seconds later I see where I find myself

In a town of surrounding tower blocks

Bricks in tonnes

Like my percentage trying to dunk

I ain't even 6"1

Soul planted

Safe in my Chucks

Canvas darker than my mother's color

Using the paints of these other brothers

Stenciling some Fresh prints

While I'm penciling to this Jazz

To Uncle Phil the silences

Sinuses clearing up

Sweating out

Niggas grilling me

Battle climate rising and I'm heating up lyrically

Mary's going round sun is out

Screams loud

Taking listeners for rides

So sick in their mouths

Got green like the park is the theme

I think I found

A home

That's the word

Not urban just the herb and flows

I network my bars take me far

The herds hear me clearly

Wordsworth my work is taking romantic turns

The corner of my panoramic

See the oxygen get metallic

High pressure body crafted like ceramic

And she leaning like italics

I'm thinking yo, I gotta have it...

The conversation is the night

It's just started

She tell me her special needs

But don't think she retarded

She carry katanas

Wear the armor

'Cause she don't want no bleeding mascara

Leaving her cheeks scarred

Got a strong foundation

Kinda complex complexion

Not too light not too dark

Consenting to inception

Dreaming of her on several levels

How she stand in them Vans

Mystic hips

Grabbing hands

Thick lips

I'm a fan

Now she laying down 'this is how you treat me...'

To her flaws I'm Stevie

Looking braille in her beanie

Feeling her how she mix it up

At times dressing like it's 1991

Which is cool 'cause my ink runs

Rhyming like this EP by Mecca and the Soul Brother

Smooth into me

Into her

Intimate

Fore we move into dust

She instigate

So I am not mistaken when I lean in for one

Know something

This where I should be

Yo, she the perfect verse over a tight beat...

A tight beat

Yeah this tight beat

LTtheMonk and Tom Misch man

Peace