Taskmaster burst the bionic zit-splitter

Breakneck speed we drown ten pints of bitter

We lean all day and some say that ain't productive

That depend upon the demons that you're stuck with

Cause right now, I see clearer than most

I sit here contending with this cheese on toast

I feel the pain of a third world famine

Segue, we count them blessings and keep jamming

It's him scumbag, scum of the earth, his worth was nil

Until he gained the skill of tongues

From fifteen years young straight to my greyback self

I stay top shelf material, jerk chicken, jerk fish

Breakaway slave, bliss

Generate gees and then we stash 'em in the Swiss

Fools can't see this, audio pistols

A fistful of hip hop banzai, progressing in the flesh

Esoteric quotes, most frightening

Duppy took a hold of my hand while I was writing

Let go me ting, duppy, let go me hand

I summon up the power of banana clan!



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Witness the fitness

The Cruffiton liveth

One hope, one quest



Swigging that beetroot juice, now we dipping and boost

Set the spirit dem loose, go head go slash up the noose

We conclusive proof of both the truth, the right

Cause whether we hitchhike or push bike or travel kind of trash

Manifest that with wholesome roots rap, manifest that, yeah!

I do my same way, ain't nothing else I know

Gone up in the life with this here rag-and-bone flow

Squeeze the pain from my belly and set my soul free

Travel over ocean, land and sea, face nuff stress and difficulty

Flung back from the brink, gwan in kinda stink

We don't give a frigg about what dem fools think

Frigg your network, our debt work a speak for itself

Proof of the trophy and champion belt

Come sun, come rain, come hailstone pelt



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Bwana Smith with some old time shit

Let the whole world know we on some off-key tip

Mega-manic when time the pressure start lick

By the hook or by the crook, by the poop or by the kick

He's sickly cryptic, spitting that code

And most proud to present that Cruffiton mode

And it shows that they bros done seen a few sleights

Life throws scenarios, reality bites

We in collision with the beast

Lost we religion and we can't get no peace

Idiot weakhearts want to take I for chief

Stoop to their level and we plotting cold grief

But we should know that discipline maketh the gees

Separation of the DAT from the rap, that's a must

Proceed set speed with the Cruffiton touch

Proceed set speed..Cruffiton, y'all



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