Boom bap I'm coming back with a new track but who thought money was gonna come from rap rhyming words in a rhythm it's as simple as that Gotta take in the requirements for timing of the firing cant be silent admiring the rappers styling when hes spiraling through bars Going viral and stacking the cash on my cards Plus a little stash in the garage gotta save by making a start it's not hard and you dont gotta be smart just use your brain or at least half or if not just what remains to come back striking pain at your opponent again have a break pass the laugh brushed off what he called a stain but again your the only one here that complains about the rules of the game You can add fool to your name  Especially if you believe the weather report in gippy if it says sunny well expect rain So respect my lane cos I know how to chase the money and hope to be piling stacks of cash for a while and I'm improvising gotta think quick when freestyling Need to use my brain to think of 2 words every second what do you reckon no time for spell checking Literacy literally helps the flow except when Your a shit artist what did you expect when ya couldnt even sell a track at the Sunday markets Your raps are dead so soon you'll have to cark it While I keep charging through my bars some days I even keep marching not to the moon but to Mars just to try my wish on a shooting star  Dont blink cos there so fast you wouldnt even know another one passed again mask your pain I plastered my insane brain til it was so twisted they called it a sprain same If I'm alone I can hear those micro waves Cos I be cooking like a microwave In a phsyco way I'm just type of mistake Wake up just to get baked Then go to work for half the day Get home smoke a cone and spend the rest my way Go work for 4 or 5 hours and get payed for 8 Wont see me complain I think that deals pretty great Most days I'm 3 or 4 minutes late Rock up with sunnys on to hide my dinner plates Sorry boss I guess I'm in a bit of a state I work on a roof but when I'm cooking I feel like I'm as high as space I'm that crooked I wanna have a flying race I've now mis placed my lid and the blue ribbon that said first place But who I'm kidding I havnt even found a trace so I cant solve this case got my brain as tangled as a maze thinking to my self I hope it's just a phase Keep up with my pace when we on the sesh cos there's no time to rest we just getting blazed like we toking the best so what strain are we smoking next Gorilla glue or pineapple Express Pray in the chapel to get God to pay my debts Turns out I was just talking to myself makes sense cos I'm not the type to ask for help Mum always told me if you want something done your better off doing it yourself The suspense of waiting feels like hell The sequence has been taken since they were quick to sell My next sentence was debated because I forgot how to spell Next weekend is vacant so I might need to re ring some bells Dreams and future visions we flip into a wishing well Its seems the genie wasn't there when I made my wish what a bitch I flicked a fifty cent for nothing how shit What's the bet the well was dry as fuck I didn't hear a plop but I still tried my luck So what's the plot it's all in your head All you need is the knowledge you've soaked in  to not be easily mis lead by a stranger just learn to be your own ranger I got this tender green and these benders in my Gene's A conversation with you is so terrible its un edible not I'm the type that dont care if you hate me but lately