Sold Out to the Devil

Living in an old trip, thought that I was slick
But it skits over lips - rips my wits - to bits so I sip
On a spliff without a skin instead I put it in a mix
Of milk with this bass and rich hit me now licks
I got rocked by the hot talk on the block
About the new beats coming out a boy wearing odd socks
Sitting on his own playing with some old toys
So I thought that I’d go around to share my joy

Like I was sold – to the devil for a penny in a bowl
I’ve come to reclaim my soul
I’m told that we all play a role
In an ode that unfolds so turn the mic up and the bass low

I switch it on bass resonators, skip up and blaze it
Pass it to the muppets in the caper then see you later
I’ve got unfinished riddims to bust and trade off
For a buddy with a bud in whom I can trust and face off
Everytime I’m getting high I find a peace and mystify
The plight in my own mind that buys me time but for a little while
I try to find an alibi for where I go every night
But I can’t find a single lie to which I’d testify

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I get sick of listening conversations about television
Coz I’ve got my mission which I think is better than everything
That I’ve experienced from the day that I was taught obedience
Natural materials from which I cannot deviate
The serious, the love I feel’s delirious
When I meet folk who see the fuss I make over imperial
Seals the deal that leads me to the real giving me clearance
When I see the Lord who love us and I am believing

I’m a short show stopper, a microphone hopper
Skippin upon the mic like I was born to do it proppa
Fist up you know you got her like the riddim truly sought her
To praise the Lord above and Light up to Jehovah
For the Lord he gives from full to spillin ova
By your side he stood and watched ya until your game was over
Half dead upon ma sofa – I looked up through smoke and
Saw the promised land and laughed but im no joker

I’ve got the Lord locked tight upon my dial up – with ma style ruff
Upon a mic I bomb my mind up – like cyclops
Single mind to eye to love the people in this psyops
Seeing clear without the cover ups, enough with the eye drops
You are my go to when I get low when I get slow
When my mind goes and ma spirit starts to grow
I doh doh doh doh dohnt wanna go home
Until ma mission to fruition is a victory owned