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I wanna mouthful of your finest rhymes, write em down for I forget, for life is full of fighting chances, you light up dances and my step, skip the part where trouble shadows us, just sticking to the present like im sellotape, o hello mate not heavy - weight, ain’t ready yet get belly rubs, which silly cunt got carried off, since telly tubs on tv been developing my CV, seedy settings down an alleyway, bins were set alight n me n Ali made a night of it, off licence feeling high n shit, we’re clientele, this shop has got it’s character, crashes on the sofa bed in tatters by the petrol station cameras, trained on taggers nothing special, nother angle for the record, spinning necklaces with fingers, souls linger in the soil, brought to boil in the summer heat, suddenly can’t wait for winter spoils, oil spilling out the foil at the tennesse, eating chicken be the death of me, beating rhythm into ecstasy, bending metal got my coinage spend it recklessly, I’m meant to manifest man I confess I got confused I chose to stress instead of making moves n making music, hearing tunes n taking notes, take a minute take a toke ... all this fighting takes a toll on me