Verse 1 Last time I was shook was marching home, Headphones blast murderous anecdotes, Left off from deep convos with grown folk, Skin's thick but realness it penetrates the dome, Refuse to be a victim to these raggy roads, Waiting 'til something jumps outta the range rove, Stay in pursuit of a scapegoat, Can't overthrow police indictments though, If you're bored of always sitting on the fence, Go with the flow like crack broke out the pyrex, Next anthem, might be shots headers and hat-tricks, Catch 22 as the world spins, When I spit this way there's a whirlwind unfurling a scripture, I'm cursed with depiction of Hitler wears Hermes, Salute to Griselda, Inspiring the youths for the culture, But the melting pot is brewing, Throw my 2 pence in righteous and vivid, Seemingly the cracks have thickened, There's a reliance on it, Paper over pious Zionist doctrine, Now tell me your excuse for this, Look to the heavens you feel that's the solution kids, Hook x2 You see them marching Father, It's freedom we've been after, You see the pain we harbour, It's freedom we've been after, Verse 2 Day-to-day thoughts are exhaustive, Forever engaged in pensive rage it's morbid, Like a psycho endomorph caused a mass of bodies to fall, Index reflex triggers pulled, In-depth spittin' vex triggers a brawl, Marbles maybe lost them all, Or maybe i just tossed them all in public schools, On all floors where kids with crutches walk, My sinful Duchess taught me to aim and dump this Scorn, Dropped to all fours after he staggered forth, Musta had a foot fetish he's munching corn, Bullets about a jaw full, 50 shades of relentless and forceful, Desert Eagles with bird flu, I still grimace when they gurgle, Get a slap on the wrist, No weakness in the circle, Hook You see them marching Father, It's freedom we've been after, You see the pain we harbour, It's freedom we've been after, You see them marching Father,

Verse 1 Scorn been dormant but he's woke now, Reaper's on my porch with the scroll out, This roll of the dice ain' fair, Gotta ask yourself, Either take the pious or the knife route In this era, where the pickney, got the blicky tucked, Sip on whiskey bill a spliff, what kinda pick-me-up is that? You know they missed me in the lab, Machines created all the facts you claim, I was on another plane window seat hits different, Taking off from runways see Marc Scorn in the distance, Inspired by the dissonance, Inheritance is by the by, gotta pay, Homage to the listeners, Plus the bankroll ain' wired right, They Divide to conquer, plotting, Steady getting gwap in, Is this knowledge really explicit bruh? Won't it help the sheeple farms? Uno times are hard How they gonna focus on maths When You subtract the path To multiplying pounds of hard Around a mound of flames, I wear the crown of Scorn embracing crowds of vagrants, Pain I harbour's vast, My shoulder to lean on is harsh, Myofascial scars, Many irrational hearts, Way before ASMR, The ghost always gave a massage, Tieing me up in the dark, sit here tight Marc, I'll show you why all the kids starve, The false doctrine of jewellery and garms, Witness your idol's suicide yo the irony's dark, It didn't break me, Not really, It made me grow, insane, Clearly, i'm fazed, bit lazy though, This brain Is weary sincerely yo, Sincerely yo

Verse 1 Never fuck about the re-up what the shooters claim, Get your suit burnt from a stainless tre, I guess what i'm tryna say, You can't afford new clothes then don't lose weight, Every day we pray days change, Hella edgy 'cos we can't afford these slave made things, Brothers sweating over cocaine sinks, For the sake of some ok bling, Pour me a little something, Sip on some rose tip it back 'til i'm floored, The doors in the morgue cave-in, Dead is the mind of the Scorn patron Steady law-breaking, Lordship pending yo should I slow down? You couldn't fathom the station That hired the Holy Man of greatness Steering the train my thoughts came with, I'm like a whole new beast, I go psycho on Hov type beats, Walk a tight rope my biro bleeds, Verse 2 I need my people to manifest out the dark When they're bumpin' Marc scorn in the yard, My bruddah Brindle said Nervous System so very hard, Don't change it up, The path on this journey is wild, vivid and nuff blood, The streets got the morgues doing overtime cuz, Requiem for a dream, like Godfather before the sun's up, Death pledge, signatory allegiance, angry demons are bankrupt, If I didn't spit the truth, Would just be one of you, And that is an issue, Average guy speaks on shit he doesn't do, Eye on the other hand like Hamsa talismanic view, Silent Letters from the Reapers dagg

Verse 1 Youngers on the block doin dirt to prove they're certy, Move the first 6 keys left to right like qwerty, Baggin' up, shippin' goods, struggling to ease the pain, think they fighting big red machine the way they're whippin' cain, In the bits where gun talk's the lingua franca, Where if he don't body you, you body him, now look who's handcuffed, Might find Hunters lurking, ready to test ya, They ain' blues, but support on their side screaming Win-Chester, Think before you consider grabbin' mine, Held my tongue for many years contained my wicked side, Tell these paigons don't trouble me, I know you ain't about it, Don't want people only talking 'bout you then they're nostalgic? 'Cos when the moons out, plus there's Goons out that equals shootouts, But Arsenal never made the final round, Let that sink in before you question me spittin' this, Before you tell me chill Scorn you're spittin' too Niggarish, Hook And that's the way it goes, Coming from these broken roads, You better lay low, If times don't change you reap what you sew, And that's the way it goes, Coming from these broken roads, You better lay low Cynical with age you see, Nothing newsworthy yet but listen don't try fuckeries, Leave you where the souls are reaped, Road's the only code for me, Diplomacy plus die hard, times oppin, equals casualty, Cold wid it, that doesn't even describe a G, Live in a ice age there goes Mr. Sloth on the mains, Teeth in the arm, brown woolly, on a push Saber on the back when it's drawn it goes woosh, Puffin' on A-class kush, fluffiest grams then its napalm hooks, Seances, Aliens in Trayvon's hood, Represent Black Thoughts back when the Roots looked good, To the oppressors, Motherland's eloquent treasures, Devil crept up with Evangelist deathwish, Way he slithered in vex, Got sex wedged in our heads, towards sess we hither, Live lives of sinners, 'til we're down south like hither, Green mile we'll be walking, Hook And that's the way it goes, Coming from these broken roads, You better lay low, If times don't change you reap what you sew, And that's the way it goes Coming from these broken roads, You better lay low

Full Verse When the melting pot is bubbling, Do you put a lid on it or just simmer down? Some people savour the flavour, I favour the 2 pence of slaves enhances the tastebuds, Elocution basically, paved way for this child, Knuckle down to the crown of penmanship Lord Tennyson style, Marginal gains, By the diagram bound to the A4, 'Cos when the P is silent like Saudi, Around me is flame wars, Caught on a cob but the web trolling can't break Scorn, Just more, Rowdy claims for Audi A4s, With the cloudy charcoal paint colours covered the doors, Walking zombies, Aim at your brain something Negan, Some other vegans even hate corn, Majick gimme the munchies Hannibal came for, What animal could slay Scorn? Definitely ain' no reindeer, Whatever happened to born day of the main Lord? Ideology you pray for? In sanity, Insanity once a year but the games paused, Coming down from some kinda psilocybin high, The Soup in nanas cupboard might suffice, Much-room in the headspace, Fluid on the brain, ruler for maritime Poseidon type, Near the Thames but, I be overseas by night, Kinda like Lowkey, fighting for Palestine, Another Law-abiding crab on the bucket list in a basket case, They over-seize my guy,