Oi you whats that commotion
Nothing just me jumping in swimming deep in the depths of this ocean
I am chosen well I think i am chosen to cause commotion
Committing to killing the fake committed to writing them writtens
Them patterns they take me
To a place b
Where your eyes can’t see but I see visually
Its a mc thing constant mcing will make you the viking on the king of the hill
Spitting venom I kill
I irritates you cos you poo you get booed when saying check mic 1 2
which makes you irate cos my tapes like cobras biting
You done it longer so its not surprising you fighting yourself
My raps never biting thats bad for ma health
They be exciting when am spitting you feel
The energy rising it be exiting never
Executing metaphors forever
better than yours with time I betta
cure to a fine wine I taste so pure
Im clever too not a mental sore
A open mind will help perform
A spark for a great convo
Cos that agro of you know more
you know your way
so you are paved in your ways
Your unbreakable
Well id say your living a fable
So id say you need to be able
To not close the door or break the table
When I tell you this info please stay stable
