Verse 1
Swift Magician
Stopping Opposition
Watch Precision
Inflicting composition in the minds of women
Acquire Rhythm
See the verbal thoughts I write are spinning
May weather vision, guaranteed I'm forever winning
Sk** full mind
I'm like Ali and Tyson combined
The Rhyme edition
Its tight
I'm hitting jabs whilst I write
With the 90s might
And despite I gave the green light
Not on this grime sh**, this works like a clean pipe
I say what you dream and to the chicks its what you like
Rapping with the accuracy of a curled Pirlo strike
The Rap menace with the mind to ball
Believe my own hype, so I gotta stand tall
Feeling wise just like the old owl
Induced with lyricism and flow that's indeed so foul
In my own chase for the cream
But with the pen I'm extreme
Walking through these inner South East streets
I'm watching weaker teams
I'm writing deadlier notes
And I suppose
If you hand me a rhyme then I'll defeat foes
Their small minds think alike
I keep my mind closed
Because when my thoughts burned
It took time to froze
Stating statistics like you're really f**ing with it
Be specific
Who really in this game really f**ing did it
Be the first guest I might just find you a ticket
Who's really with it?
b**hes about, ready for me ,to stick it
I absorb the praise but know it's too terrific
Could build a flow island from the Thames to the Pacific
See I'm raps begotten
What you must of forgotten
See slick is here spitting with an intention to stop them
-fake rappers who ain't really worth it
Seems my pedestal isn't build for this world surface
As the earth turns, tables turn mind flips
Like the intention that is given on a hoes lips
See I left the rivals static like "ayy who wrote this?"
I keep the flow tightened like its on a closed fist
It's like time isn't on people's mind
You gotta stick to the grind
Adjust to the times
But see with crime I'm not inclined
I never fear because fear is the theory of man
I never fear because fear is the theory of man
I look at life as a rhyme
The plot changes in time
I think of poetry when I'm in my London State of Mind flow
Verse 2
The Average spitter claims himself to be a winner
He be the first to spit about the big figures
You know the commas talk
Try's to walk the walk
Trying to live large
Identified by the bars
As far as it goes, it's style with no substance
A robot without a function
Abstract construction
Blatant self destruction
Then he tries to offend
Does he really pretend
Life as a gangsta aiming for the Mercedes benz
See I'm a prospect
Rhyming for sterling to posses
Exploding on the scene with that new given depth
Put the words in your mind so you know to be blessed
I can turn the average warm up into a hot spitting session
But I've seen the way you spit
Seems like a hot mess
No time for the stress because you know I rap best
I'm a raw talent living spitting like a cruiser
Attentive spitting but you know my rap style is vastly super
Walk through the ends
See the snakes and your friends
Enemies in your face about to make amends
I see you tuned in
Ha! the story doesn't end
Picture what you understood and see the tale switch on his head
Walk to the city, going to the cinema
Adolescent hobby nothing in particular
See a couple chicks, style always perpendicular
Intention is to get groovy with
70s slang
To prove my width ;of vocabulary
King slick channel slick rick with the new sh**
I spit happily
But back to the story I'm standing clean
About to make my move I'm tracking these
Chicks about to work tricks
Little did I know their mind state was already whipped
Now I don't switch off topic, a London mind is tropic
Thoughts by day
Little time to even stop it but hey
It's that gift of hypnotism
With rapping lyricism
My rhymes can make you infused with the magnetism
Cuz it sticks with you whether north east south of London
The state of mind is here in abundance
I run this flow