S.O.S (Summer of Serpents)

[Verse 1]
It's great to be here
Snakes disappear
Fate's in the air
Let me see you try snatch some
On the set with the Trill being spat son
Move through the night like the flight of a black swan
Slang's banging like Yasser Arafat's guns
Back from the parrowcat slums
Bare rags on
Alley cats run
Habitat's numb
I'm aggy like Maggie Thatcher in '81
Maybe someday I'll make a run from the staircase
Dialect, grizzly
Lifestyle, bear face
Misery
Tragedy
Draws me in anime
Fassyhole evaporates
Snake tongue stand away
I manifest poison
Bloodline chemistry
Keep memories for my friends in the cemeteries
The good die young
Just sinners who are left with me
Trying to stay alive right now has got the best of me
So I leave it to destiny
Fucking with mine'll get you burnt like a George Bush effigy
Life ain't refereed
Sometimes it's best to be
Cold as the Hebrides
Bounce like Zebedee
Snake disappear!
Flee from my kingdom
Talk like the devil but you're nothing but his minion
Artificial Judas
Judge me on no count
Bounce on these snakes
Say grace then I roll out

[Chorus]
Summer in the city of serpents
Walked on the demons of Hell in first person
Looking for the daylight Sun and half-blinded
Looking for a place to rest and can't find it

Summer in the city of serpents
Walked on the demons of Hell in first person
Looking for the daylight Sun and half-blinded
Looking for a place to rest and can't find it

[Verse 2]
Walk in the shadow of the grey skyscrapers
Visa club [cheeba] for the Holy high capers
Snakes and imitators found by caretakers
Hanging from a roof like a piece of flypaper
Terminate traitors in pissy elevators
Detonate slang
Leave fassy in a crater
Clash like Muhammad Ali clashed Frazier
Clash like Luke Skywalker did Vader!
Crush tailor made MCs for coming wotless
Me giving up's like a nun coming topless
Razor sharp darts like blades of helicopters
Stitching up the game with the speed of twenty doctors
You don't wanna try test Chess
Because you pumped up your chest and biceps, and grew pecs
Get stressed when a mic gets checked
I dice death because life gets difficult to digest
Hold a mic like a torch in a goldmine
Throw you overboard if you're trying to overthrow mine
Intertwined with crime, the time rolled by
Cats came and stole all my garms off the clothesline
In a world like this
I can't trust none
Everybody fighting
They're still writing love songs
Fake Judas
Judge me on no count
Bounce on you snakes
Say grace then I roll out

[Chorus]
Summer in the city of serpents
Walked on the demons of Hell in first person
Looking for the daylight Sun and half-blinded
Looking for a place to rest and can't find it

Summer in the city of serpents
Walked on the demons of Hell in first person
Looking for the daylight Sun and half-blinded
Looking for a place to rest and can't find it

[Scratching:
"Straight from the snake pit, days seem lifeless
Straight from the snake pit, caught up in a crisis
Searching for sanity"]