Two feet.

Bob_the_rascal

Yo check this...big up my family and all the heads that i know..

standing in the suburbia on my own two feet//
nodding my head to the uncut instrumental beats//
sitting at tables of hotels having a laugh and a feast//
the only place where sanity and tranquillity decease//
i produce clever conundrums wrapped up with a riddle//
it's like a warzone in here plus im standing in the middle//
i fiddle - with the technology of my mind span//
travelling with porters in monsoons across japan//
i hand down the skills from the predecessors of my past land//
the predecessors of which i spin round, the fast man//
uncontrollable breakages of the bonds which are fixed//
the relationship for my lovers violently starts to click//
the mix - of which im turning the tables at battles//
setting the standards cos nuff emcees are still shakin rattles//
i haggle - shoutin for money buskin with a tin cup//
layin outside fish shops in the heat feeling sunstruck//
i $$$$ up different parts of the marked manic muckup//
cotching on walls taggin $$$$ the cops, those pigs r stuckup//

the ground, slowly rising from existence//
the human nature preserves many different creatures//
the day of celebration for me like father christmas//
i missed the boat which form a life thats listless//

i manage to salvage the last tearings from my heart//
im moving on from the slums not living in the past//
get my $$$$ together as the world revolves around me fast//
fighting off parasites and am i keeping the faith or the farce?//
i laugh in the face of the constellations as i find no stars//
the prediction that i'll fail is more than spot-on class//
the quality of binbags is far behind the warthm of a car//
i shuld be living large, being heard on a soapbox//
producing mix-tapes and selling merchandise mocks//
i stop and generate a gust of wind blowin down rocks//
i wake from dream and know that ive bin knocked//
so as my family leave and say bye to their son//
i must step gracfully and now that im not done//