Everyone

It's all circular boxing, it's all kicking off in the magot tank
First to the top wins the world in a box
In my personal lodgings, I lurk with my goblins
Preserved in the toxins, I burn when I'm cotching
Who am I to stop the big shots from stomping?
I ain't King Kong, I'm conking

I make hip hop and watch my witch doctor wafting
Pissed off, I clocked that shit's got, I'm watching
I clocked the long limbs of the law, boxed kids in the jaw
Watched England at war, got pissed as we all got rinsed and ignored
Bombs blister the floor, man I'm watching
But I'm still kind of lost in this bruv, where the fuck are we?
Some barely struggle, some brers will muscle through
Some brers will buckle, some brers will run at speed

Jog when I have to, stare at the sun and scream
Watch when I catch you, prepare for the coming siege
Locked in my statue, spare me a fucking breathe

Something seems amiss, fuck the bleeding wrists
Somewhere underneath the fixed slime hides the key to this

Like a dear sniff hides the same streak of piss
Minus, minus the feeling in their teeth and lips
I feed your weaknesses, I need a deeper fix

Give me a beat and I'll be free till the needle skips

Something happened today
The plan to escape became fact in a magical place
I'm backing away from panic in a pacifist state
The anarchist days are back is what the analyst says

Back in the day, I'd act like a freak looking clever
Act deeper than Baxter and keep it together

But these days I jack it in, keep it whatever
It seems that this rapping thing's beating my head up
MCs get jealous, I put goo in their mind

If an MC's jealous, he ain't doing it right
Run your own game
Fucking no-name prick, have you got no shame?
But it's okay shit, you see what I mean?
Maybe it's just needless to see
These penis MCs can suck on all the deepness I speak
I ain't gonna say it, but I'm thinking it, what?
You ain't got the balls to rap with all the honesty I've got

I do my thing, I don't get framed and it's picturesque
I blow the gates off of heaven with a single breath
Call me Dr Finesse, flows gonna stop breaths
Like monsters stomping on chests

Fuck the feds with their wrongful arrests
I got an eighth bag of sess in my sock and that's blessed
I've got a lot to do yet, bliss ain't reality
We're all just surviving
Truth sinking in like drugs in the stomach lining

Eyes dilate, destructible mind states
High and still rising with no sun merising
You're coming down like the sun's on horizon
Spit a moment's twisted by thunder and lightning
No wonder you're frightened
Stuck up in this world full of sex, drugs and violence
Fully vibrant, really bounce the tyrant
Sitting here man, yeah the sirens seem timeless

It's Verb T, the ghost in the shell

Leaving competition all roasting in hell

Fools can't manage, they're emotionally frail
I'll organise your wake and then host it as well

With very special guest Jam Baxter
We'll tear you apart with your wack arse
The way you flip the beat, wow that's art
It's true, yeah it's fine, it's a license
To drive 'em insane when I'm blowing out clouds through my sinus
Find I'm in prime condition with the rhyming
And when I'm on the beats flipping keys like Linus

Right fist right to your jaw, make your spine twist
My sharp tongue could cut diamonds
Fuck writing, I'm sketching with your mum leching
Because her breast big, watch me caress this
Meanwhile your dad forced you to play wrestling

Don't call it a comeback, my style's still sharper than a thumbtack
Guaranteed that I'll be bringing heat just like a sun trap
So pick a beat and let me bust raps
I've got the industry acting like young lads
Their minds stuck on one track
It's Mr Benny Huge back with an extended crew
That should be getting credit due from Leicester to Belarus

I'll make you grimace like the cheapest vodka
So stop trying to find fault with
How I serve you like a secret shopper
You know you can't knock it, I'm dope as narcotics
Haters are no-hopers like they go to art college
They got me sardonic, think I flopped? Far from it
Everything you heard up until now was just to start off with
The mood's switching as soon as the tune kicks in

Even recent abuse victims are soon chilling
I've got crews bricking it cause every time this dude's spitting

A teeny-bopper rapper has a breakdown like Fu-Schnickens

I leave the latch on heaven's gate open for my closest heads
Sniff and smoke and drink and spit for jokes until I go to bed
Choked and bled and bribed but left alive, I guess I tried my best
Life and death cycles get decided in your final breath
Simon says science, metal giants like it's Rodney Brooks
Could've done a lot of good but fuck it, I'm a rotten crook
Watch 'em got me hook, line and sinker like a Fisher Price

Thinking like I'm different like it matters if I give a shite
What happens? Civilised the savages with slitty guys
On marriages in pretty white in Paris in the spring, we find
The happiness in living lies, life's adapting to the shit I tried
Staring at the phantom in the mirror like
"Aw fuck, another grubby bastard I can't trust"
Needs must, hard luck, eat up your disgust
And adjust, the survival of the fittest here
Make my final wishes crystal clear as I disappear