Last Laugh (feat. BVA, Jazz T)

Yo, I only hit up down to earth MC's like I was lightning
A hundred in the bag for the album, still writing

The hybrid, no strings like Thai weed
Even boxers in the ring couldn't match to my speed

Production heavy like construction workers
When I drop shit on them they're like "Please don't hurt us!"
You can keep the change for your man purses
We walk a line high above you like a mad circus
I'm screwing with your heads like Phillips
Fuck critics, showing you visions of life like trying to write spirits
Hidden lyrics like ninja scrolls, mind state of black holes
Combination limitless like trying to crack pass codes
They can't stand me

Used to gun so hard you'd think I'm from the Dandies
Pen bought lines since Stan Lee broke from the cage
Gramped free, stuck in this, never roll with plan B
Like pirate radio ban me

This life got me thinking again
Bang my head against the beat whilst I pick up a pen
Take seven deep breaths, make the eighth of the peng
I never listen much to what they recommend still I'm holding it down
Pay attention, swerve the henchmen
Feel the tension, fifty-fifty if I want my name mentioned
Still bummy, not a full deck but it's gin rummy

In the bin, scummy sometimes
It's all about the sunshine inside and outside
Sometimes out minds recline like it's a past time

Don't be mourning when I'm sonning them
Now that there's a ton of them we waded
Through the dreams of a hundred men
Just to get here, sometimes I diss but respect is
Smiled with nothing like when the debt's cleared
Too much misplaced hatred and displaced statements
Still screaming fuck the system to its many faces