Dark Days

Yeah, yeah... Dark days Yeah what’s popping man? [Fliptrix] What’s popping, I’m on a nine month Bong marathon, Life stopped. What’s gone wrong? My mind blows, just like a bomb shell Governed by the pigtails, never tell the pigs tales I flip like heads or tails, welcome to my betting shop Please come inside it, your trust is priceless It’s just a shame that my coins double sided Fuck your life mate you’re better off taking blind dates Out for a ice skate, water and a rice cake I’ll stay at home, tortured by my thoughts That are dormant in my mind state, I walk like a primate Praying for a crime wave cuz I know that crime pays I ride it like a tidal wave, trip and hit the stones bitch Rise to the top and spike your drink with a blowfish There’s no air, my lungs are filled with silicosis The Clint Eastwood of killer flows kid I’m so smooth, but fucked when I munch two Pundits of the mushrooms, stuck out in the clouds Like the dirtiest of bucktooths, it’s nothing for me to run through Bust so many bangers that one’s bound to fucking snuff you London to Timbuktu I'm still sicker than you Still sitting, still chilling like a fridge full of brews Still I boy this booth, still I turning up to weddings Repping in a boiler suit, catch a point of view Grab mine and stab it through, fry your mind like battered food Scraps and a bad attitude you can have the mood You can fabricate the truth till your fucking black and blue My stone cold stare will turn your motion to a standstill I'm hype like I can’t stand still, still I can’t understand The way my music makes me feel… It’s something that I had to do, not something that was optional I'm lost it’s so phenomenal, I feel I'm all alone But then I'm standing next to lots of you Standing next to lots of you… [Jam Baxter] I’m living in a system that works to the dumber man’s benefit Where one man’s piss is another man’s beverage One hand gives, as the other hands metal fist Snaps your spaghetti neck back for the hell of it I could never get a grip, you could never tighten yours Tell me when you let it slip, I’ll be there to fight your wars Live from the lion’s jaws, liquor drenched dreaming Riding an iron horse, dripping wet bleeding I still ascend scheming, every minute Spent breathing’s a blessing on this picturesque evening As Brittan gets freezing, cigarette steaming Smog cloud kiss of death pirouettes deep in The hidden depths sneaking, I still attend meetings With ghouls from my past see the silhouettes creeping As vinaigrette seeps from my sadder days I straight marinade tracks in a bag full of gamma rays Baxter! My cabarets matinée performance Is staged on the back of a salivating walrus Navigating forwards… what? Yeah So grab the last of your bars and barricade your fortress Grab a plate a gorge on the bedlam Straight lovingly prepared by a horde of my henchmen The sorcerer's bedroom, the source of perfection Projected and warped in the waters reflection So pause for a question, what am I? Answer: Qualified barrer, dropping rhymes darker Refusing to bow to my modernised master Like Zeus on a cloud in my fossilized armour Zooming around, let loose in the future Heads don’t belong here like troops in Fallujah The truth in the rumour, dodge death and blue sirens What then? Drop gems, I puke diamonds