'Man I've got that red yellow green with a
Dead mellow lean...

Led, followed
That's me...
I've lead below my spleen from the fluoride stream
The codes are bouncing off the screen
-obsene-
I'm bout to scream
I've seen so much shit
Far from clean cut
I'm far from clean but
I've been so clutched with
I'm barred from umpteen huts
- humpty dumpty off the wall
Trust in broken eggs
Cos customs busting my nuts
And breaking sea legs -
Scratch marks after...
Like a...
Like a' like a...
Turn the tables like a poker troika
Pulling rabbits out this hat trick
Like a hungry striker.
Freedom bobbing in the sands
Bombs over lands
- in the plans -
They block, H block, hate locks
I feel like bobby sands...
They fly space wagons
But they far from soccer dads
They fly from from chopper pads
They come a cropper, man,
They maim lads and mums
It's glum
How come they never done with the guns?
They make slums, we sell buns
It's not for fun - life's cake sale...
You on the run for your life
You won't make bail
Fakes fail
So keep it real despite the hate mail...
Keep collecting all the stamps
Hail a cab
Cos the ramps is bumpy
So pump it up like you joe budden
My mic rhymes over night man
- so sudden -
Bakers got twelve points
-half time
Dime a dozen

Kikola off the top
Keep it buzzin' cousin

Kikola off the top
Keep it buzzin' cousin

Ekala never stop
We keep it buzzin' cousin

Keep it buzzin Y'all! Peace!