Grumbles n Sparkles - Moody Good, Rejjie Snow, Joshua Idehen

«I can’t explain the problems of a problem-less person…

No rose is thornless»

The beat was all wrong, a scurvy, itchy flow

Dumb enough to smack a robber, quicker than a schizo

Horror show, horror show, sorta low, first to blow

Snapping up on her camel toe

Wait around with pizza, first-class flight out to Giza

Known to be a villain and a dealer

One weapon, keep stepping if you see her

Keep stepping if you see her

Bada-boom, bada-bing

Just wanna sing

So let me spit it mad spiritual

Indigenous, the naughtiest, spit it with aboriginals

Snatching up the duffel bag, mephedrone, drug pushing

Slags worth a dime bag, and fuck 'em for the cash

Hmm, yeah, I’m all about the gravy

And this stereo is only scribbled raw as a baby

The sex was all slimy, real grimy on the pay-day

Hey, look the story’s mad twisted

Snow is not a rapper, nor a name in hieroglyphics

Nor a name in hieroglyphics

Your nightmares were our bedtime fables

Double barrel on the dinner table

Next to the spoon, and the fork and the knives

Pray to god to bless the food and spare your lives

Let me take you on a tour of the land of the oil

Is it the blood of the fallen that puts the red in the soil?

I knew the neighbors with the rabid dogs

The witch doctor plays chess with the priest

And if we are ever caught the thief

We’d tie him up in truck tires

Lather him in kerosene, and listen to his skin crackle in the fire

Eye-popping, smoke rises

Hands up if you’ve ever been whipped by copper wires

Your blood, your knuckles clenched complete

Snakes heads crushed underneath tough feet

If the soldiers catch you during curfew — play dead

Nothing in this night is sacred

Dead chicken by the door, dead fathers of the next day

Dead chicken by the door, dead fathers of the next day