Yo most of my homeys think I'm a mad man Because I'm like yo if i had the chance man I'd probably fix the world on the low I've actually made some plans and I'd be happy to show you drafts to my memorandum Thats very random They thinking niccuh please You just use your pen and pad you not that bad at rap Plus you got to add to the fact that you got Tatts and you sag should've thought of that Instead you were busy skipping cla** sipping yac With a fine b**h with great tits and a cuter a** Smoking gra** wonder if she wonder where Kuda at f** that thats Kudas past so hungry Kuda could've Been raised in Budapest Thinking back wasn't even writing raps Yo dude relax its hard enough being me Even harder being blaque with a high iQ Black spelt with a Q Bad attitude Rapper Advanced These niccuhs thinking too acute Too narrow minded with the angles you View the world Judge me by my skin colour being watched by big brother New all seeing eye controlled by a man now thats the truth Senpai got me covered this reporting LIVE FROM PLANET EARTH So open your eyes and realise theres nowhere to hide All seeing eye behind the blinds unwrapping ribbons In the sky no wonder you blind to the signs You in my sights my appetite for destruction decided That it can't subside we refuse to diet Times flying we dying And it hits hard like iron piping hot when hunger strike Keeping me up at night You hear me lord you hear me thought it was The lord replying or thunder striking NAH stomach grumbling soon as i saw the mic Now you feel my hunger right ? Behind these bars this is the P.O.V of a P.O.W On a hunger strike far comfortable Lord of war son of mars i've made it not payed yet Blazed stages but not famous and life and i Our relationship on and off like faulty lights on christmas nights But nowhere near christmas christ this can't be life can i live I'm equipped with a spark and genius and a spliff Can't seem to find the light I hear its on the other side of the tunnel I should be humble right since I'm hungry Should have a slice of humble pie ? f** that you niccuhs acting like you not hearing what i write I'm rhyming like its my only choice for survival I ain't lying unless with a chick a fat behind Burning the midnight candle Shining all through the night Saint in the evenings cos i feel i can do is write Rather battle my demons cos all these rap niccuhs think they nice f** around and write a love song this that Bonnie and Kuda or cleo and kaiser noir Driving by your boulevard Drunk and high artillery between her thighs Trigger fingers itching panties dripping b**h gonna fit some dick in before she k** my vibe Best believe that I see some green and think of Gidi I miss my city got London Jealous now she wanna f** with me Im just a f**ing product of a tale of two cities