the inkling to think could bring me to the brink
why do i fear because it keeps me here
alone in the multiplex i think my fate
i drink my fizzy post mix too quick
the green man glowing at the exit sign
ice cream that will melt before the feature flicks
films arent as good as tv anymore
theres so many shows that i know i want to score
but films from the trailers these days look waste
like a gun in the hand of a desperate character
fun in the land of disparate savages
like all your natural movements however habitual become seperate acts of action
teary sarges and burned up sears
weary marchers return to cheers
i want to speak to the preacher middle men riddle me
two hours in the dark is something like a shower
solitude is excelllent for sorrow like bolllywood set peices that borrow from hollywood
wherof we cannot speak therefore we must be slient
why would i be hungry for a younger year
cos im nineteen hundred and seventy eight years younger than the current year. yo
you better know boy better know better
original pirate materials better
sarge on the streets dont get no better
double o one i was locked in a cellar
locked in a dungeon locked in a basement
forget the beat ill spit accapella
bring other mcs sound better
come through start changing weather
eating great i aint no better
mc get rolling up that cellar. bust them away with the current
jump on a guy thats eating blackcurrant
everyone hates murkel who doesnt
but boy better know im always burrent
always coming and always here
new mcs that are always there mcs want to get away always there but i swear on my life its always air
im the captain call me kirk
play the beat rude boy and murk
im on the mike mc from bath
im the captain call me kirk
play the beat rude boy and murk
im on the mike mc from bath