Pulped Fiction (feat. DJ Sepnutz & Lil Beatz)

Used to think I was like Hunter S. where the buffalo run never one to rest
No worries Bill Murray, come correct hold the tongue
'Til I kill 'em with a gunja-breath
Lungs are spent. Head's a fucking mess
Search the floor for which upper's next. I've heard it
All, everyone's the best. Three days old and they run the set
Humble's best, be nice. Mumma said. But the ego say yo
Fuck the rest of these one-dimensional types. One's correct
I forget so I hit 'em with a little bit of power in the mic, Tyson, bit a bit of
Ear spit it out in my defence I'm just getting down from the high
When I'm grounded I'm lightning
Blaaw

I confess, never really been one for your dialect so when I'm
Filling my lungs with a bio threat
You're getting high on paint from Mitre 10 it goes
Round, like a barbed-wire fence round private land, I digress sonny I
Protect my fam with a dead-pan sign that says keep out! Or
End up dead with an elephant head just like Ganesh I'm a hybrid city kid
Tribalist, I'm gonna smoke your ash then I'll hide the rest
I'm all for the low end like a
Tribe Called, Quest. Eight-Eight is what I do best. Maintain to my
Dying breath, speak in the same vein that they might inject
And take over your lane like
IBM

Whoa, rising again. Gonna be a long way down when I fall
Afro Samurai with a pen live in effect with the sound of the sword
Pulp the fiction. Hounding 'em all for the poll-position. They're
Hornets, up for the battle never down for the war
That's gonna let 'em hold the position
Muddy waters. Money on the board running on a horse funny how it hurts
Nothing's what it was once you fuck with odds luck is all you've got
It's only getting worse
Hundred on 'em when the writing on the wall
I'm the one that meet 'em right before the fall
Show 'em how it works like I done before
Another gunner down, another couple more
Coming up the the path knocking at the door
Love the opportune, greet 'em at the front
Ask 'em what it's for
Not for coming through, seems you've got it wrong, that's for honest truth
Blood and sweat and fucking honour too
Living on the guard wearing number two
Split another dutch, bless another doob, chill Winston!
You're never coming through

Bill Clinton tell 'em what it do. Real sick, I said I got the flu
Still limping steady on the move. Ey! Tell me whatever you know
Ey! What's on this perilous road and how do we get to the end of the rain
Bow. Many have said that it's gold but call me a sceptic if I don't think anything's
There like a heaven and hell that's below. Line 'em up elbow to toe
Tag 'em put 'em in shelves on a row, bag 'em stick 'em in acid, this is what
Happens when there's and ebb in the flow. That's bad. Everything's relative though
The cancer they sell is a growth, imperative many will tell me: Hey bro you
Mad! That's what they tell 'em to scare 'em off, call him a devil and ghost. Call in the
Medical cloaks, a menace to most when i'm hanging around like death in an elderly
Home. All of my energy blown on pointless shit, my point is this
Question it all where ever you roam, so when it falls, you let it go

Gone! Just letting you know. Crushing 'em all with the head in the phones
Level up, when the energy flows. Let 'em run where the memory goes
What what? When I drop the algorithm, John Malkovich 'em, enter the dome
Stomp out of it like Bob Ross, how I drop canvas in 'em setting the tone

Popped off like a mentos in coke when we rocked up in the same shirt like
Identical clones. No posture, just plain words that brang the hurt like
American drones, Danger when I drop my anchor. No cop gonna
Need your hands up. I'm amped up like Genghis Kahn

Rrratata! Under attack! Buck at the mirror and duck when the fucker that's
Innit buck at you back. Fronting like ticking a drug in a bag
Said we all live in the jungle
With monkeys and rats living among us are snakes with a
Slit in their tongues and I feel like I'm stuck in a trap
Running the map til we run out of gas
Some'll adapt. Some'll resist. Some are compatible. Other's are lacking the
Cards in the pack that they wanted to get
Caught up in gravity's twist all of us
Gradually shift
When the laws of reality form an imaginary myth waft in ya head with a
Cannabis hit. Yeah I'm not gonna settle I'm hot with adrenaline
Pop him a xanni and hand me a spliff