AB CD stays chained me repeat

Next one’s glued to my brain see

Leech to my thoughts I can’t speak when I walk

High quality like an HD TV 

Mainly see green like Synesthesia

That’s what living free does

And not picking green up 

But the biggest trees are wishing seeds come

I do this shit in threes the wicket’s clean mud 

From cricket’s teeth stumps 

Bat amongst the shellfish

Lamb confronts the Hell’s Kitch

Might be arrogant and selfish

To say that I’ve had enough and leverage

Is just a paradox of wellness

But I will slam and dunk a felt tip

And then cram a hundred well fit

Pieces of word play until I felt sick

I want a sound to shout

Boxing match with a rounder house

Loudest mouth in an alpha bout

Restraining order, me, you’re not allowed around

2025 is where the cows come out

Keep your rack or tenner I’ll do an acapella spit and make a scouser proud

Now forget bits of play that attack ya

Clowned and let spit and spray fill your back up

Next project is called alphabet ricochets in aqua 

This is just exercise, pesticide to rust

Let’s decide the trust, wherever the weapons lie we’re fucked

Get inside the secular mind of us 

Molecular rhymes I bump 

From the second I tried I loved