Faced daily with this crazy madness
Working two jobs, writing for the Daily Planet
Kryptochronolited, smoking like I'm Katt Williams
Tagging cat caps dripping, who the cap fitting?
Just wear that and play that position
Gift of the Gab my Lyrics Born Blackalicious
The Great White Hype I break that tradition
Got 'em brainbox scratching and grey matter itching
My light bulb flashing
They're lights camera but no action
They write vulgar with no passion
I write MK Ultra control thought
Stockpile for Armageddon and hold fort
Rottweiler wilding, my saliva spraying
Fuck this pussy and what any other vagina saying
I'ma find a way in, I'ma ride the wave
Until I reach Point Break then I'm Patrick Swayze
I'm Nas in that Illmatic phase
I'm Kenshiro, fist of the North Star anime
Receiving accolades
My whole team with the V for Vendetta masks
Breaking down your barricades
I'm a Barracuda so, don't try and scuba
Light the Scooby-Doo moving like Saiyan Super
Just trying to retire to Bermuda
The strong and silent type
Yeah, Gary fucking Cooper
Obba Supa, when the clock strikes the witching hour
Whisk the egg and the flour make the cake tower
Take power, break bread with the common man
Overstand, that's your brother from a foreign land
From another mother's womb but we're one blood
Two times for your mind, third eye opened up
Mr Brown blow the dust off the old plastic
Turn that hot shit to a stone-cold classic
Even coke addicts couldn't go line for line
I got God status kid I'm divine with mine
You got dropped to the canvas in the title fight
I'm up in Buckingham Palace planting dynamite
We're dealing with this madness on the daily
Feels as though the whole planet is going crazy
Frontpage Daily Planet read the headline
In this Metropolis where everyone is on the breadline
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Faced daily with this crazy nonsense it's confusing
Seeing grown men having lady problems
Face the future but reminded of the eighties often
Train hard and face hurdles like Daley Thompson
Pay per view to the pay for views
While the nation chews on the newspaper's views
Trying to sell it to the youths but they ain't enthused
'Cos we're telling them it's rigged in every game they choose
It's the age of the Midnight Cowboy with no luck
Nobody taught us how to act trying to be grown ups
Heavy-hearted, yo, writing with the light beaming
And feel my enemies pain like the Crying Freeman
Rhyme and Reason every piece is a collage
Reflected through me to the streets with the bollards
Conflicted scholars looking for some peace
We got ours through the streets with its twisted offers
While the twisted coppers
Patrol the grey clouds for silver
Destroy but won't empower a builder
The lonely hour'll kill ya
So they keep the phony powder familiar
Just in case they're faced with feeling inferior
What I reveal is interior
David Lynch with a pad and a beat
Open your mind and play the track on repeat
Like, hit me with the facts with just a dash of deceit
I'll meet you there eyes clamped open strapped in the seat
It's in the air that we share no sense of belonging
While we peel another layer off the Clockwork Orange
Just fields of strange fruit souls for the harvest
We're all doomed if there's no soul in the artist
They used to say the globe was flat, now it's slanted
So I bless you eith that ill shit you demanded
No harness high wire flows from the farthest
Fine chro's the garnish
Bruv, my rhyme book's a Tardis
Dr. Tenma, your rap is like Dr. Pepper
Your face ain't sitting right like Dr. Jekyll
Twist the reefer in the death note chop the petal
You're busy backing for the beef between the pot and kettle
We're dealing with this madness on the daily
Feels as though the whole planet is going crazy
Frontpage Daily Planet read the headline
In this Metropolis where everyone is on the breadline