an audio verse im working on, to take to the studio, each member of the crew is doing a verse... jus wanting some feed,....

From the 1E district rolling streets like our blunts, from days to months
And months to years, and years to now, still standing proud
With voices loud, yes, unleash the fucking shroud… yes from the pit yakka territory
So inevitably were gonna be, were gonna see jus virtually any thing
We’re like telepathy… a remedy to British beats without defeat
And reign elite, to the colliery streetz, without deceit, just reppin real
Not incomplete… no we don’t compete, combine in rhyme
With deadly lines, yes unconfined still bringing sight to the fucking blind
I think you’ll find in time that the crime was decline, reppin 1 in our prime
Cos the yak is pak’ing punches, jus like justice, less corrupted
Backs are trusted, skillz erupted, so I say fuck it… and you,
But Refuse and get abused, prepare to lose, ill match ya moves in a battle
Let you chose, and then confuse with my lyrical abuse, shit, im on a fucking cruise
Im bemused with myself, and all the wealth that’s in my verses
I don’t rehearse this shit on purpose, I make you surplus… to requirements
Cos my environment is not a circus, no room for clowns… ya heard it?
So observe it and fucking learn it…