Nice place to visit but you wouldn't want to live here

Goin' out my mind

All because of you

Never will I find

Someone quite like you

Any competition finish quick like a brody

This parocat rapper spells setbacks to phonies

I mosy through my art form all cosy and warm

My cries electrocute the skies (like a lightning storm)

With moon child poetry (I don't rain, I monsoon)

And in this high noon rebellion (I'm totally cartoon)

This is freaky animation, man the stations for a brain tax

Tangible levels of creations look back

From a space age history

I'm like a cosmic gypsy

From Black Holes to Red Dwarfs

I'm known for crushing pipsqueaks

Talk that familiar talk (but ain't cutting it)

Deeps how I cut (I beam you up to my mothership)..I got

Time on my hands and dirt under my fingernails

From grabbing dirty tricks and gathering street tales

Many follow the bear

I walk the ways of explorers

Some heads got bypassed trying hard to ignore us

Individ Robustus, strong solo moves silent on your promos

Removing Sapiens from your homos

I'll derange your feelings like (psilocybin fungi)

Farma's hawkeye the slayer (fork tongue destroyer)

Slain the warrior

Holy war sagas

Rap related war starters (so get ready for your orders)

The final chapter inciting flames to wrap around your stature, mess with a decade like Thatcher in the '80s

I'm the space man type (Goin' out my mind)

Urban cowboy perisher

Word consuming voice box leveller

I'm the vox populi (All because of you)

Plus the one man burial

MUD Fam, Bury Crew is one step ahead of you

The space man type (Never will I find)

Urban cowboy perisher

Word consuming voice box leveller

I'm the vox populi (Someone quite like you)

Plus the one man burial

MUD Fam, Bury Crew, one step ahead of yaaa

Aiyo

Catch a banger word rapper, explosive

Like Joseph's technicoloured coat (that he posed in)

I suddenly have full bloom, I rose to criss anthems

Played by boys and girls (like 'We Are the Champions')

This is my piece, a soundscape plus visual backing..I'm attacking with force in all areas that you lack in

(FARMA!) Fortified Aspects Represents Me Alone

Skill packer rapper gold diction (iron bones)

Body's damaged

Word savage, hiding feelings in holes

My pole position left skidmarks in your hoe

Tombstone sideburns

Concrete hairstyles

Absorb the stone faces of statues of Farma Giles

If you can watch us fathering a million offspring in this orgy of construction (who's the stud running tings?)

Speaking slang that you can't dopplegang (too unique)

Off time from the mouths of many minds (I speak)

To those running blind in search of what I definitely own

There's no shares in what's mine, so take your sorry self home and go to work

On something you created yourself

Or go to dirt, my twelth's 'n five

That's where my fires born

Via N5, worldwide is where I get my corn

I'm feeding from a field of form (packed to the borderline)

Knowing that I've got to stuff my face because we're short of time

Although there's no expiry date on none of my lyrics

They're best before the end, also known as the finish...the finish...the finish...the finish...the finish...

The new frontier is here, whether we seek it or not

And it's...

It's Task Force

I'm the space man type (Goin' out my mind)

Urban cowboy perisher

Word consuming voice box leveller

I'm the vox populi (All because of you)

Plus the one man burial

MUD Fam, Bury Crew is one step ahead of you

The space man type (Never will I find)

Urban cowboy perisher

Word consuming voice box leveller

I'm the vox populi (Someone quite like you)

Plus the one man burial

MUD Fam, Bury Crew, one step ahead of yaaa

Task Force mandem (one step ahead o' yaaa)

Mark B (one step ahead o' yaaa)

Bury Crew Massive dem (one step ahead o' yaaa)

MUD Family (one step...one step...one step...)

Goin' out my mind

All because of you

Never will I find

Someone quite like you