All Day, come find me in the cut, no blood stain,
On my shirt, Kumite with the Feng Shui,
Let the wind and the water be the gateway
To the next wave, I be on it all Day,
Come find me in the cut no blood stain,
On my shirt Kumite with the Feng Shui,
Let the wind and the water be the gateway to the next wave

All this substance, I’ve been diffusing, when I rhyme it’s like I’m using
Everything you’re saving for your prime I’m abusing
Back turned to the yesterdays I was granted like Susi
Now even when you hating you must co like Putin
Don't nobody do it like this, we're new prophets
Who you know to keep it on sleeves, without cufflinks
Boredom, glazed in loose budgets
We should be hearing snores in the lanes you’re huff n'puffing
This dat, meditation with poltergeist
It’s didactic, revelation book 21, 25 on it
When I rise I burn the night, pop the glass ceiling
Whitewashing and crash courses,
For practice, I bet a habit, I bet a culture
While you bask in it!
Wearing orange for Pete’s sake
Your path ethics don’t align with your missed takes
Do you blow your nose before you feast on your fish cakes
Who's a two-faced Jackson?
Cold yet you put me on a stage and it’s arson
My status and my gang ain’t made it to your conscience by accident
Be blessed by my presence or be murdered by excellence
From this point on… It’s all getting ridiculous
This EP is epiphanous
To you, you never knew of us
The clamour and bula bos
Thats Luimnach for ohh la la
Solaar’s bouge de la
Tout a commence la-bas
But I don’t lead a bougie life
Gone for broke for methuselahs
A black box of chocolat
That’s how I have you shook a lot
You amplified goo goo gags
Ran you to a cul de sac
I’d do it one more time for all my people in the back
Living on borrowed time, thrice the charm, but these are facts
I’m a master, you are jacks
Miss me like bureaucrats
Or do me more like Doja cat Moiiiii
Kiss of death was up for grabs like crab claws for hearts

All Day, come find me in the cut
No blood stain, on my shirt Kumite
With the Feng Shui, Let the wind and the water
Be the gateway to the next wave, I be on it
All Day, come find me in the cut
No blood stain, on my shirt Kumite
With the Feng Shui, Let the wind and the water
Be the gateway to the next wave, I be on it

Watching television too long
Got blurred visions
Fell in love with Hip Hop for all
The wrong reasons
And i multiplied my blemishes often
It caused divisions
In my circle since it took me like yonks
To make decisions
I was digging for some knowledge
With no worries like Knxwledge
With My head kept down on my phone
I missed my calling
When I lifted up my head
I'm at home alone Macaulay
Only without all the money
My Home Alone ain't funny
I couldn't stand it I set up a coup d'état
To take control of narratives calling it coup de grace
This shall outlast your posthumous
In the narolane, I rode the new formula
To make your soul dance this is medicinal
Although the monster lies in the bed of the meticulous
Embarrassment of options, not all to utilise
Consequences leap and fireback on you and I
That’s the trigger to the greatness metrics, my do or die
Knowing that has got me doing more and less trying
Leaning forwards, the manifesto be in italic
Real heavy at the base, so the stance is truly phallic

This dat, meditation with poltergeist
It’s didactic, revelation book 21, 25 on it
When I rise I raise a glass, for the lives given
Sacrificed for my freedom and higher living
Bad religion ain’t the tradition
If I’m Frank with it
Did it only coz greed pays
And the authentic takes longer to stimulate
You’ve been salivating, grab a lamp it’s genie day