Bone Stash

[Verse 1]

Welcome to the jungle where I never crumble
Stumble and slip
You mumbling, bumbling, stuttering, fumbling pricks
I’m coming hunting with the compass
At night to surprise your bunkers
Take ya face off
Sew to my head and hide amongst ya
My lungs are like a random lethal weapon
Keep the Reaper stressing
Even he was guessing
That’s why he sleeps with the wessun
Everyone’s the best of the best in the best division
Put you in a stress position
Repossess you at ya exorcism
Run a thousand miles and beat you in your RS6
Throw a thousand bricks like hundred thousand rowdy kids
You couldn’t oust me with a thousand cans of house spray
Even if you burn me my ashes spill out the outbreak
Turn the whole town upside down
Have you running like Wee Willie Winkie
Just in your night gown
Walking like a bunch a vigilante witch hunters with the wrong description
Hands on the Bible like a contradiction
Jealousy’s the mother of the Devil
We’re from the same school of fish
Sea life on another level

[Chorus]

Our minds are deeper than the mines of Nicky Oppenheimer
Staying independent showing majors haven’t got to sign us
Line ya pockets with your own craft work your own graft
Cus when ya dead you’re paying for your own bone stash

[Verse 2]

And when you’re broke you’ve got no time to question anything
On top of bad health you feel desperate to bring the pennies in
They never see the struggle make a prayer for me wish me well
I’m gonna life line to fish me out the wishing well
Feeling low you couldn’t diss me better than I diss myself
Shot myself in the mirror and still missed myself
You rappers look like rappers and live the life of it
But I unlocked the secrets of this art and deciphered it
Like the Abjad numerals
A dash of red blood
And two tea spoons of funerals
I’m in the booth like a professor with a monocle
With documents
You can make an opera from my chronicles
We can never share the same longitude and latitude
The attitude of most profound views are spoken with platitude
Make you sacrifice a Rothschild that’s the only order
Catch you when you shapeshift
Drown you in the holy water

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

They give us more bread and more circus
That more surplus for the serpent’s cause
Being a servant is like the poor's purpose
I climb the walls of the furnace of eternal damnation
Setting to the fire to the mansion on the plantation
Feeling like an overworked doctor
No appreciation like they dropped me from a copter
With a cocktail of medicine for sick spitters
Biomechanics
Neurological microchip triggers
When I was born the nurse slapped with a one off limited edition
Sticker then they started bidding at six figures
Should of realised my souls and life priceless
Until I’m in between worlds and they hold lighters
I’m in the lab with welder’s mask
Working on myself
The last war left my pelvis snapped
You can draw your own conclusions
Illuminated with a forcefield of ablution