We got that fire that you cannot extinguish

You finished, diminished in minutes

If you ever try to take us as a gimmick

We everlasting, infinite like mathematics

Lyrical automatics burn through that bullshit that’s systematic

Cause most these cats ain’t relatable

For a dollar their ass is penetratable

So we flaming fools with passion unexplainable

Victory against us is completely unobtainable

We maiming you, incinerating combustion

Hitting harder than any pig's truncheon

Your masculinity seems to of malfunctioned

While we're tearing shit up from Bristol to Clapham Junction

No compunction, it seems your heart's dysfunctioned

While we determined as the mind state the Shoaling monks in

But our music’s the monastery

So we master the mic with methodology

While them MC's that copy sloppy still dropping about copping keys

Of our craft they making mockeries

We stopping these, until they start copping pleas

Real Hip Hop, we’re rocking properly

Blocking hypocrisy, while the B Boys pop n lock to me

It’s shocking me, that we allowed all this criminology

What happened to philosophy and psychology?

If you agree with my ideology then come and rock with me

Raskilla General Ha!!!