Another One

(Skeptik, you filthy bastard)

[Verse 1: Nico Lindsay]
Listen, times getting hard, but the game keep killing
From young, had deep visions, just couldn't deliver
Seek winnings, old friends livid, hissing
Left man out, come feeding like a line was bitten
How dare you up and move on, what's done is done
Celebration's now passed so run with the word, trust, I'm numb
Four fingers and a thumb clutched together
Hold heather in your fucking gum, waiting with it, punchline
Break a lyric, touch and bun, cheeky like I touched
Your bird's bum and then got the numb, lungs full of weed smoke
Codename Lin, short for Lindsay, and first name Nico
Deep lines and I try provide a neat flow
I see those, whoring for attention but they mean gold
MCs like shottas, building lines for a reload
But no prof, just known loss if discrete and slow with it
Gotta show face and try to grow with it

[Hook: Nico Lindsay]
Just another one, just another one
Track getting spun, bun with saliva from the tongue
Just another one, just another one
Riddim run, lyric hot, competition? There ain't none
Just another one, just another one
Track getting spun, bun with saliva from the tongue
Just another one, just another one
Riddim run, lyric hot, competition? There ain't none

[Verse 2: Trim]
Guess who turned out stinking of shit
With a shank for MCs that claim they were strapped with a thing?
That wasn't it, no, wait, that wasn't it
I'm Poseidon, creating a monsoon, just to paddle in these poems
I've been drowning 'em in
Manure, in the same shit that they've been finding me in
Got 'em gaming with thrones like us gods care who's crowning 'em kings
Let it go, let it go, but let's not go round the ting
Cuh we don't need man to vouch for the ting
And have our backs like we had theirs
Before this circus tried to clown on the Sith
And douse the flames I throw without having to breathe, I'm such a myth
Opaque thoughts around transparent youts
Will have 'em snaking your dreams, I can't choose
Between our art form
Or are all these characters make-believe?

[Hook: Nico Lindsay]
Just another one, just another one
Track getting spun, bun with saliva from the tongue
Just another one, just another one
Riddim run, lyric hot, competition? There ain't none
Just another one, just another one
Track getting spun, bun with saliva from the tongue
Just another one, just another one
Riddim run, lyric hot, competition? There ain't none

[Outro]
There ain't none
There ain't none
There ain't none