Reflections

(Hello, Leaf Dog, you got that bar?)

(Jeheeze)

(Tears in your mind's eye, reflection of your-)

[Leaf Dog]

Yo, chilling in the foreign corner, tryna find a quarter
Thoughts ripple like reflections in the water
Representative of the poor, but fuck law and order
The mind taught ya, in time we'll try and force ya
Tempt a slug from a Porsche into a Corsa
And I ain't even called her, like a broke car they tryna stall ya
If they fool ya, I ain't here to school ya
Just listen, no fees or admission
No tricks, no magician
On a mission with a bitch that looks like an Egyptian
Spit non-fiction, sellouts; we ain't mixing
With our calibre, from the sword of excalibur
Break your sound's limit like pushing the speed-barrier
I have to laugh at ya, you're scared of the past, not the few crumbs from the hourglass for the final dash
Me? I'm tryna get your granddad's vinyl stash
The work-rate'll show you who's the king when time has passed

[BVA]
A bag of regrets, a baggy of achievements
I'll take a pinch of each and wile the fuck out for an evening
I'm just tryna add the seasoning, salt on well
Push it for a reason, cause we just believed in this way of speaking
Could'a been a dick or been ya hero
It's just a gamble; Casino without Robert De Niro
Then people started placing bets on my gang of weirdos
And looking back they'll say we ran this [?]
Keep it deep from where the beard grows
Many influences: people, substance abuses
Some good, some fucking useless
Keep it on the straight and zooted
Shit was sometimes stupid, heads or tails sonic's booted out the door
We called for heads and put it all on music
Never know the heart-breaker 'til you've been a partaker
Play the game called path-shaper, more points, put your heart face-up
And looking back, I'm just the keenest guy that's slack
That's putting glasto on the map if you like hip-hop in your raps

[Verb T]

I believed in my dreams, and I always had a plan
Got regrets, tryna rearrange them like an anagram
Bullet-proof love to all the fam that's always had my back
Now my kids are partly a reflection of the man I am
They got their own path and don't need to follow mine
Anything they need though? I've always got the time
Life is how you spend time, and how you feed your mind
Life is who you inspire, then what you leave behind
On reflection, it's easier to see the light
Than when you're in the moment, and you can't read the signs
You need the time, to heal your mind
Redesign past thoughts, see what you feel inside
The freedom of youth, the wisdom of age
I spent about half my life putting things on the page
Sitting, analysing, plus maybe fantasising, drifting, and I'm feeling like my hand is guided

[Fliptrix]

Memories are so spectacular
Reflecting on the past, yet we can't bring it back for ya
Fashion might've changed but the music stays classic
No synths, no lasers, no auto-tune, just straight bangers
You can't teach an old dog new tricks
We get the green, pick out the leafs, flip the skin and roll it backwards
(Jeheezey)
Take a breath like an asthmatic, then pop the flames off
Like we're volcanic
Never getting no reaction like a broke magnet
Cat's go crazy when we rap, like we're holding catnip
Back in the day, I go to Brixton jam, get in the club
With a fake ID, hit the open-mic and fucking smash it
Now I'm touring round the world, marking off the atlas
Soon to take this shit galactic
Receiving what I wish, the future stays attractive
Walking down the train-tracks at night, with a box of matches
You might not like to do that, frankly man, I find it magic
Got caught vandalising trains, I couldn't stop the habit
Court-cases, youth-offender work, it was so tragic
But it led to writing raps it was my rite of passage
Channel energies in new ways, survive the madness
Staying true to my roots, never in the system
Not a victim, never listened
Did my own thing, I'm ecstatic
This my job, my life yeah
I'm forever rapping
That's the actions if you really wanna make it platinum
Dedication to the core's one love and real passion

Times past, and turn into history
What comes next, still remains a mystery
I look to the past, then onto the future
Reflecting on my memories, the heavy I salute ya
Times past, and turn into history
What comes next, still remains a mystery
I look to the past, then onto the future
Reflecting on my memories, the heavy I salute ya