From the wansbeck in my dialect we reppin 1E
We’re free minds in cruel times living life to a T
Fuck wannabe’s and record deals… its day release
Bitches getting fleeced like fucking with the police
Im more street, living day to day and in for the moment
More potent than a dead rodent… but to the beats
At least, til im old, before im dead, buried and deceased
In my coffin listening, once more, then I’d Rest In Peace
Cos its my belief that it’s the most expressive genre
A million concepts, true… and the list still get’s longer
With lyrical ponder, leaving ya thinking and absorbed
Of a sort you can relate, and coordinate to your thoughts
Cos I was taught to voice my opinion and stand tall
Strong, and to bounce straight back up after a fall
So I turned to hip-hop, it was my ships port of call
And conformed to my way of thinking, without sinking
Got me enthralled, then grew and evolved…convincing
It is… But real, went from listening to writing in an instant
Can’t resist it, typing every day taking hard drive space
What is this? Its replacing my interests in musical taste
Without haste, from second to first grade on constant play
To stay in the pit yakka territory, where I was born n raised
With the yakpak cos in reality it comes down to ya mates
And any thing else that lands on ya plate…. is a bonus