The Backlash pt1

siding dividing don't start sliding, be a flyer start gliding. Raising your higher chakaras third eyes on ya. Who you gonna turn to before the devil burns ya, from Yorkshire thought we learnt ya. Cow an calf going on like a big raf you make me laugh long neck like a giraffe. Always on a graft. Look at the aftermath into the ocean your life went splash. Sold out yer fella for cash on ya back flashing your gash now you got beat feet out in the street waiting for a punter to meet taxi driver someone to ride her. I'm on the Cash grab your life's drabb mines solid as a slab, yorkie stone I'm not alone got my people on the phone. I get my draws dropped by a drone, get back to my pad and smoke it alone, trust ya best watch your tone. Or I'll clap you in your dome. one minute you got friends and fam next your alone where you gonna go where ya gonna turn when them bridges are burned thought you might have learned. now this Yorkshire lad has turned, play with fire and you get burned, going on like a pyro you've already spent ya next giro ya got dragon breath like spyro, yoga flame whose to blame only yourself now it's all down the drain, life full of pain, jumping around going insane.