Fork Tongue - Royalston, LYFLYK

Eyes on the size of a blank cheque

If only they signed, could they cash this

Thatcher’s viewpoint surpassed it

Tuned into past tense

Tuna pasta pass it

Blast, took a stab and he ashed it

And still no 'tache till the casket

Plant words on lines like parsnips

Tryna fit 'em in like fruit basket

Smartest around, I’m class of the clown and still passed it

Spy him eyeing up colours like light blue

Floating cause I’m glued to the skyline nights applied to

Hiking through Haikus

Blinded by jibes from the IQ

LYFLYK’s a Viking on mics too

Forked tongue, flamethrower for the verse

Like a Moltres in person, the lips all burnt

Oldest fan was a Mr Burns, rubbing hands covered in ash we stashed in urns

An earnest wordsmith unearthing verbs

MC’s who dare venture, never return

I would’ve thought by now you’d’ve learnt

Should’ve turned back when his lips first pursed

Spy him eyeing up colours like light blue

Floating cause I’m glued to the skyline nights applied to

Hiking through Haikus

Blinded by jibes from the IQ

LYFLYK’s a Viking on mics too

Forked tongue, flamethrower for the verse

Like a Moltres in person, the lips all burnt

Oldest fan was a Mr Burns, rubbing hands covered in ash we stashed in urns

An earnest wordsmith unearthing verbs

MC’s who dare venture, never return

I would’ve thought by now you’d’ve learnt

Should’ve turned back when his lips first pursed

Ate his whole weight for what the taste was worth but has still never quenched

that day-old thirst

Slurping on worms and Percy pigs from birth ‘til the first days of nursery kid

Baba taught me Turkish in minimal amounts, enough to purchase kebabs on nights

out

Hush, lights out, now focus on the ghosties

Casper friendly flow, so no Kony

Joke on me?

The joke’s on you while you broke in a homeless place my pays due

Blowing smoke at a hopeless pace I’ll race you

Up a mountain’s face, the place was K2