LYRICS:

give me one good reason why not to go off
give me one good reason why not to blow
angering management. what? wrong

one minute fuming at elite priest employers, ayatollahs, chai wallahs on five dollars - snide bollocks - bunch of lying tossers
then stop reflect simmer down and look round and there's your little boy smashing toys into the ground
time to fess up dads copied by sons when we mess up
- the stress - ups and downs - look around man - it's a set up
i see you lot are fed up nobody else will be putting the bread up
remember legacy keep your chin and keep your head up
its hard
I know it's hard out there
but not too hard to care 
You got lard to spare
look they're starving there. 
We got yard to share
 its time you bargain fair 
But when suggested man
 it's met with some retarded stare
Or blatant fear cold manifesting in rage
 it's funny when you pay good money money for the truth on the stage
Profound you thought you'd sleep sound at the end of the night 
sweet dreams 
the bed bugs bite 
listen up

give me one good reason why not to go off
give me one good reason why not to blow
angering management. what? wrong

so now you feel it you’re reeling believe it
the grieving is realer than dealing with fevers
reasons for treason it’s heated competing for pieces
the ceiling’s hit leaning on FEMA for breathing
i mean it these reasons for treason aint
leaving or fleeting these
sheeple are bleating and feeding these regals aint
gleaming their greasy all creepy sleazy caught sleeping with teens
til theyre bleeding on needles no teasing
i’m serious hear me i’m screaming
where’s jesus? believers are feeling him leaving
no leaders you’re dreaming they’re cheating
get wheeling and dealing
bare weed in the steamers for keeping the feeling
each we be teaching the
reasons for treason aint leaving not even
leaches i’m bleaching on beaches and reaching for trees and peace as i’m stealing these peaches for eating
you’re cheesy stop breezing the scheming is peaking i’m freaking stop cheering and tweaking your penis you demons
i’ve seen’em all squeaking and squeezing between’em i’m fearless from reading keepbreathing deep healing
serious beefing extremist belief in secret creeks that retreat with seasons
you recall illegal bare sweeping and swooping like seagulls
corrupted like smeagle planned greed no libido
the prince and the pedos say burnem like guido
breeding more weirdos the seeds are all gmo
chicken-seed defeat for dipped beaks
sticking
people in the meat
reeking shit by kilo
bite the pillow smite the meek
hide and seek playing peep’o
no hero dineros adding more zeros to their p-rolls
don’t be blame me though cos me i’m just an mc yo
you don’t want to pay no attention to what the free know
we be on the cbd and the vino and all this speech of being free b e on the the d-low
seeing people through the keyhole
getting played like neo geo time ago
see ya wouldn’t wanna be ya living in fear painfully plain to see faithfully pray for me
i’m basically painstakingly taking a stake to thee from the pasting tree
aint wasting a beam
no more sheen screaming what i fucking mean
beat your meat flick your bean to the screen
hits green,
sip lean
pregabolin
OD’d on long-shard ketamine
a veritable feast
cabin fever unleash the beast yo
bringing beats like fucking police
bring the funk like yeast in your crease
north south west to the east
no surrender no re treat
c.a.r.p. to the e.t.
back from the deceased
burn dagger belly of the beast
dean semen demon-seed
dripping knee-deep in pee-holes
croaking ‘be still now treacle”
rosary beads and freeholds
keener weiner gimme heebejeebies shame to behold
giggedy-feeding these elites and fucking egos
the deeper that we go - “riding nemo” - now we know
see these faecal steeples needs more fucking gasolino
so we could seek it
there could be no need
no more sequel
material for me to spit so i can fucking be well
when shit be so unequal yet legal
believe this shit could be hell where we dwell
living in fear of ya
weirder bacteria
climbing walls tripping balls ’til all of leary’s theory’s inferior
hit the gear that’s gearier the beer thats beerier shed the tear that’s tearier
tears shed sat in red satin beds bashing meds with an abandoned pitbull terrier
dread bleak and blearier sickness
lyrical diphtheria
fine on the outside fucked up interior
still manage a sneer at ya
miniature sinister ministers misfit trickster,
roth-toff noshed-off fucking goth-top slosh-pot sister
no rest for wicked resistor
wig-splitting pigs
spitting through transistors til they’re coming out in blisters for real
not enough appeal?
too bitter a pill?
fuck how you feel
cunts are done
carpetface and djar one
friends in high places volume 1
we are the tunnel we’re the light we are the bomb
2020 what else can go wrong?
try me
raise the kids
no repeats.
no justice no peace
and i'm out