Third Eye Sight - Fliptrix, Jehst

I observe life through my third eye when I burn thai

Get the verse tight like a virgin the first time

Fisher price my first mic, love at first sight

Walking a dark path, armed with a searchlight

Merking the circuit I certainly earnt my

Stripes as a general, punishing the workshy

Surfing the new wave watch how I turn tides

Putting out hells flame moving the earth like G-O-D hitting the skins

I talk low in the confession box, admitting committing the sin

Commission aborted shit I got gotham on lock

Trotter boys out the carboot shotting some stock

«Blud have you got a spare zoot?»

bother me not

This is fine art dude a Hieronymus Bosch

These MC’s is leftovers I polish em off

No apologies my policy’s abolish the lot

You’re still waiting for a bollock to drop

My hip hop’s top of the pops, lighting up a crop of the pot

Got 'em reaching in their pockets for paper

I’m just cotching plotting the caper

Money now, apocalypse later