(Smellington Piff)

With the force of a sword swinging

I connect with your neck leave your head spinning

Shit the bed linen

The lord works in mysterious ways

Don't play dead with him

I'll drop from the top floor land on your head

Jump up shake it off without snapping a leg

I hear a lot of rappers chatting about stacking the bread

I ain't joking bullshit that's what they actually said

I'm back from the dead with immaculate grace

I've got one foot in the grave the other in your face

Kicking up dust for those that want to chase

Picking on us your fucking up the base

Pawns to the war board

Draw swords lyrically

Fuck what you think I move to my own symphony

I don't need your love and I don't want your sympathy

I don't give a fuck

But I don't mean it literally

Coming live and direct this is life in effect

We arrive at the set to supply dialect

I elect myself presidential MC

Smellington Piff they can not imitate me

(Farma G)

Hey Piff you shine bright like a star in the making

And only time will make you see the game is there for the taking

This a savage resurrection I guess the world has been waiting

I'm waking aching breaking hearts

Resurrection is an art form

Some kids don't know that they're born

They drop a verse the crowd reaction is no more than a yawn

Black birds singing in the dead of night

The sound of silence is the tumble weed go rolling right

You want a slice of the pie

You best be in it to win it

And in my heart I've got the feeling for the flavour to kill it

It's like an army that is ready to rise

Under Smellington skies

I hear the weak guys cry

I don't wanna die

And this is Real Life Drama

Piff ran the beat and touched base with the Farma

The synergy sizzles in my heart release the inner beast

The saga the riddle of the symphony with energy

Coming live and direct this is life in effect

We arrive at the set to supply dialect

I elect myself presidential MC

Farma bang the beats they can not imitate me

(Gee Bag)

You can find me on the outskirts

Spitting till my mouth hurts

When you see the Gee

Your best bets to bounce first

I'm now cursed from the birth of my ego

Spiritual yes you guessed it

See I'm a negro

Harlem here we seek hoe

Where the hell did he go

Talking all that black power shhhhh to the people

Thought I was done but then again

I've jumped in overhead

You can't believe it's not butter

Like spreads upon a loaf of bread

Bro your dead watch you hit with this epiphany

Piff sent me the beat and said to beat it up literally

Beats me how your on my dick

It's just a fucking mystery

Must be bloody nuts if your slut seems to disagree

Best to do your history and learn about them onslaughts

Lesson from the kitchen

Quit your bitching cos we're on course

So once more stop the stares and shout

I'm always going in that's why you have to hear me out now

Coming live and direct this is life in effect

We arrive at the set to supply dialect

I elect myself presidential MC

Gee Bag's the name they can not imitate me