[Verse]
I'm Slick like a Johnny Barnes scissor kick
Round ours Robbie's God and Grobbelaar's Innocent
Shankly's sons, early 90's Ca**y scum
Taxing Capri Sun's and stashing them at me Mums
A lack of funds, gather crumbs and sink bevies
The kids on the express way bridges that flick pennies
Why even try like? You'll get your f**ing eye wiped
It's not a fickle minds life, thinking
Picking at me chicken fried rice
Indifferent, bizzies listen in and think we're bickering
The kip of them though I'm sick of them
Like a clique of blind mice that wouldn't notice if I told them
And they lived and died twice
Ignant? Quite right, the world in which we live in
Is a ma**ive ball of izm and I'm a master of all that isn't
Caught you slipping, called your women over
Tripping sober, until I'm rich as sh** tipping Hova
Cla**, like Minnesota Fatts
By the look of their silhouettes I think their holding bats
Not a splab lad take a wholesome drag
Rolling stoned 'til I'm broken bad
Even Obi Wan Kenobi's blagged
Blah lid, f**ing you up for something your Ma did
Just to rhyme it, undermining major up and coming signings
Spitting like the first proletarian that ever rhymed a word
Mostly sh** about Mary and the times we shared, on this dying earth