The Base - Smellington Piff, Leaf Dog, BVA

Another cretinous one

Who’s forever in debt cos he spends his fund on getting drunk

On apple and rum and 7 up

Then the other type of lemon crush zesty puff

Could forever explain how I’m best at joining letters together

Down and letting the ink spread around

It’s dark comedy when your beheading a clown

Pretending the pen is a weapon I found

Under the ledge of a hedge on the ground

Whilst sitting down figuring out what this life is about

I’m quick to bring diction out

Like my tongue slips from my mouth

Running in the house

Slippers without

So when I slid down only I could be blamed for incidents that where committed

around

So if your wrong take it on the chin and stop copying

(Jack Jetson)

Fuck critically acclaimed

I’m clinically insane

Mine field

Picking at the lyrics in my brain

You want to go against me man

Your pissing in the rain

Just a drop in the ocean

I’m a spinning hurricane

Quickly twisting up your frame

Hard hitting like a needle filling up your vein

After sniffing tonnes of cain

I’m ripping up the game like a ticket for the train

When I say I’m tripping out I don’t mean sitting on a plane

Going to India or Spain

I mean I’m out my face

I’ll travel on a fucking submarine to outer space

And I’ll be cleaning out your place

Jacking everything you own

Cracking every single dome

Till it shatters into splintered bone

I’m rinsing homes for the fridge and phone

Skimming stones

Across the river jack strange son

John the ripper

Opposite of all this poppy shit

A proper spitter

Dropping litter

It’s a wrap like a donner pitta

(Eric the Red)

Can’t get me to do shit if I’m high at home

I’m likely to flip out if I’m not feeling stoned

Me and Piff are sick of MCs with monotone

Accents when you talk like a 600 chrome

I’ll punch you out

Cos my temperament is rocky

Repeat myself again just like a carbon copy

It seems dodgy like a knock off Swatch

But I’m spectator I’m a chill back and watch

The madness unraveling

I’m hunched over coched

Here to fuck up shit like a job that’s been botched

Weighing you down just like a breeze block

Your pitiful attempts I sit back and mock

Can’t make a move cos I’ve been black listed

The was a point there but I think I might have missed it

That’s wishful thinking blood

Now I wouldn’t risk it

I’m still hungry for the food chewing on a brisket

(Smellington Piff)

Funkadelic tripping off the psilocybin

Walking through the walks as my fickle mind divides them

Obstacles combusting like a stick of dynamites inside em

Trying to move the water like Poseidon

Enough bass to cause an earthquake or shake an island

Moving like a migrant

Thumping like a migraine

Sparking up a blunt as I’m tearing down the highway

Nothing there in my way can really fuck up my day

I’m living like its Friday and I’m never hitting Monday

Swigging Bombay Sapphire

Chucking twigs on the bonfire

Fuck anyone that wants to conspire

Once you turn liar

Situations turn dire

We burn kaya till our eyes run red

Fuck what the feds said

Your best to just drop dead like Fred did

The skinny fat fucker on a mixed grill diet

The music’s a revolution

Riot

(Leaf Dog)

Make the pussy strip like Catwoman in a comic

Always say that they’re coming like a burnt out comet

A new addition badly spelt with a raw topic

Seeing more leaves than a scenery that’s all tropic

Get your tales ringed like sonic

It’s possible and take advice from a stoned out oracle

Think logical and act like my brains missing

Ghost writtens will appear like an apparition

Said to run the tracks like an athletes position

Expose secrets after the mission

Zuggy bag going missing

My whole teams spitting

Bring it back to life like the dead’s risen

Tripping like I’m walking on live wires

Reminiscing every time I smell burnt tyres

They ain’t around like old pot suppliers

And ain’t convincing like forgetful liars

(BVA)

R.L Dedicated

Fuck rap just defecated

Always premeditated

Thoughts that levitated

I never hesitated

Rap cos why not

Freestyle like a right cock

Fuck 10 bags I buy crops

Relaxed sat with a fat one stroking the cat

Vocals attack like a crazy ex waving a bat

Laziest twat that spends his time grazing the mat

Fuck the track and now I’m dating her and making her fat

Call me what you want

You can bet I ain’t listening

Spitting raps since this buckies christening

Missioning for weed like we’re digging for diamonds that are glistening

Rather be underrated than a puppet with a fist in him

My posse make your favourite rapper need the potty

Flip the topic like a girl that wants it in botty

Pastey skin from the years worshipping the shotty

Mary Jane the only lady that has got me