[Verse: Cyrus Malachi]
Grab a thesaurus, my slang's enormous
Concealing mashes and borers, we play them corners
Where they bust them bacon formers
These roads are straight lawless
Jake's will sweat you like condensation from saunas
I rhyme bars, don't place my faith in the chorus
Live amongst k**ers who'll blow your brains into space with the 9 Torus
Leave you riddles with holes like an objects that's porous
My lineage is Moorish, my ancestors toured Europe
After the Dark Ages' slaughter, Britain is Sodom and Gomorrah
After the Torah, depraved blocks, space rocks
One eyed monsters from the island of the Page Moss
Circle the city of London where doctors, lawyers and judges become blood lovers
Practise freemasonic ritual beneath temple bath
I mental spar for this essential art
Truth giving Hip Hop zip locked like key vision
Back in the hood..