{Verse 1 - Awej}

I’m living life patient, writing till I fill my waste bin

Till I find the sickest rhymes to spray with

Pixel eyes stay split on 6-9 day shifts

Which decide, bits of life, visualise my brain pics

The neurologist scalpel in hand I’m too honoured with

The evolution that I see producing I’m the Wukong in this

Features bleeding medical attention they need receiving

Evil genius with teeth and speakers on my feet for weeks

Just believe I’m speaking with new zeal and weakness

Thoughts are all black like New Zealand’s team is

Caught some more flak so I teach my teachings

They kneel at heedless squeal at deepness

I’m giving Bafetimbi numbers 

I’m listing Paralympic runners

Cos I’ll give you a colon Oscar P

I put my soul and heart on beats

I been the greatest since I learned the word syncopated

Pen is a tin serrated dipped in ink and played with

Used to rip equators and flip the day shift

Blast you my shit fast food like Chick-Fil-A is

Couldn’t properly bop with this Prodigy

And stop what I’ve got in the box when I’m Mobbing Deep

Higher than you I was born Astronomically

Alchemy is bound to be allowed from me

Listen to the surround sound that comes out of this Awej feat

{Verse 2 - Yung Wavy}

I’m like mic check one two

Here’s what I came to do

Murder every instrumental

Beat the track up black and blue

If it throws a punch at me

Imma spit out a tooth (spit)

But if I throw a punch back that’s domestic abuse (scuffle)

See you never heard of me

Every word to me slices more precisely

To leave you in A&E or the infirmary

Play games like Texas hold’em

You have all the cards in your hands

But this time I’mma make you foldem

It’s been some time now

That I haven’t played with rhyme styles

Time to find out how to let my mind wild now

My form of hypnosis exposes soldiers to cope and focus

Whenever they feel like life is hopeless

So of course this is my metamorphosis

For all the kids who swallowed thesauruses

Could come against me

And I show you what flawless is

To make sure your next move is to call it quits

{Chorus}

Cycling lines, getting right when I write with my mind

Climbing inside, the lines are the light of my life

Behind the walls of intelligence, life is defined

I think of rhymes, when I'm in this space of mind

Cycling lines, getting right when I write with my mind

Climbing inside, the lines are the light of my life

Behind the walls of intelligence, life is defined

I think of rhymes, when I'm in this space of mind