Cobblestones

[Verse 1]
We’re seeping up from the under
The low life’s storm with blue thunder
My brains a true believer but my mind still wonders
We get busy building like the 18th track
Reinforce and break out
With improved snare snaps
Not about twisting my slang, doing my thang
I’m doing my thing; most of you bark but won’t sing
Parallelograms to my flying off at tangents
Handle breaks split, and then cole drum kick
People think it’s kind of weird how I don’t talk shit
I react, but my thoughts Braintax with true grit
If you’re looking for survivors here, you can look at me
Compulsive learner, so come on throw the book at me
I stay hard, matter of fact stay in the school yard
Rappers past 20 need to stop playing the retard
Your joey deacon lines with key words missing
Your hard rock styles got you believing what you written
Check the mirror, and talk about the things you see
Hold a mirror up to life and talk about what's free
We can freestyle forever, whatever, I'm all for it
But don’t be saying rhymes you just invented in the toilet
In the back of the club
Personally I don’t like shows
A crowd full of critics, dissect your every gimmick
I’m still here having a productive year
Trying to keep these British rotters, this and thater’s, outta my ear
So go and tell somebody in the flesh I'm fresh
Because I’m what’s left once you lose the mole and the guess

[Verse 2]
See when you tell a lie a lot of people see right through it
I'm the opposite of light, respite, I don’t do it
You know me
I'm northern down south on the low key
You might hate the way I don’t front, my vocals all me
These MC’s must be deaf with an 'A'
If they think they representing themselves in what they say
They represent faraway
It’s a joke, but don’t start it
Everybody knows you can't sell ice in the arctic, so hold that
Thought for a sec like suicide
You little thugs
You boys are sweet wrappers from litter bugs
And worst still underneath my favourite kicks
Clinging on because you got no soul, you're just thick
You’ll be gone soon
But for now you’re irritating in the mix
Only thing I hate more beneath my feet is dog shit that your dog did
And as for that I don’t do bids
I move like Height Williams vids your all lids
I’m base tones
I can’t wait for them videophones, so we can battle face to face
While my mates case your home
Ya know me
I’m only what you think you are

(Whilst your start in a rut tryna be a superstar)