Leaf Dog - The Menu lyrics

(Mystro) Yeah yeah split prohphets MysDiggi (Verse One: Mystro) It goes Here ye here ye No need to fear me Just open your ears And let me know when you hear me Through the smoke and the mirrors Still most see it clear He always did it like there's no need for nearlys The phantom menace getting love like he was bad at tennis Keep your cabbage shredded take your bud and leave a bag of lettuce Step in the dragons den with the head of a dab apprentice Yeah that's the message I'm betting yes this in cash or credit Nah for real who's got a piss pot to lend me I wouldn't even ask if my fridge wasen't empty Run up in south park to rob them kids for their pennies Shouting show me your face holding a slingshot to kenney Animal with the door keys dangling from his claws Trespa**ing in to the yard of those babbling things that bore me Sat on the kitchen floor screaming I'm trying to f**ing eat I'm like a s**ualy deprived cannibal in an orgy (?) Now what's next on the menu (Verse Two: Upfront MC) Yo We drop knowledge like a bungee jumping college professor Demolish the wreck up any set more than a hobby don't test us We're just staring your going nowhere like a ? Raping a beat f** asking since ? Seen the sun setting on the scene for a bit But it's back now though pop music ? ? telling you something that dosen't exist Come and left the game so under equipped the sons of a b**h See hip hops rising again though I won't slow till They fire bieber and i find miley cyrus on d**h row If you give me two minutes and the next instrumental I'll k** it Then give it life again with the lead in my pencil Hip hops an essential that's damn right I shout it's name proudly And stay doing me untill the day my graves found me ? My heads spinning off my neck untill my brains rowdy self destructive Insane south three (?) Arghhhh who's next on the menu (Verse Three: Res) Hi I'm mr nice when the chronics sparked But catch me with a brandy getting angry if my wallets parched Mind sweeped forgotten bars barking like a rotti starved Lost rotten volatile child with bags of rocks to char I'm hear to hop the bar turn around and raise it like a topped up gla** Doctor what's the charge for my medication an eighth and some meditation Painting the day with the paper and pen that's when my brain reinstates me again So spin the ? to make your back break Last take I burnt my loose ends empty ashtrays and empty hands take on skinny arms The city psalms are never written like a pretty ? in history cla** ? hit you hard like skunk blunts Hungry for this music like I hit the bars for lunch munch Through mics cause my food price has hit the mark of to high price It's just life in my boots right (Dat Kid) Urgghhh what is next on the menu (Verse Four: Dat Kid) Yo it's the cheeky prophet trying to feed his bulimic pockets And eating till his teeth are rotten without even stopping Keep on jotting notes spitting till I got a froggy throat Foggy smoke fills my lungs as I keep you bobbing Listen closely you might just hear my stomuch shrinking Screaming at me bruv stop drinking what you f**ing thinking Then you'll see me running round shouting something loud ? Cause I've just lost my last f**ing pound keep my muzzle bound I might just munch through everything I'm out for anything From your rollies to your telly kid get it in nah that ain't really happpning I'm broke like an old tire stashed in a scabbies bin But still I get on with my daily pursuits stand straight in my boots Driven since I raised from my roots in a room with pens paper and zoots Bringing out sh** that'll make your granny's hips snap each eighth of the loop There's nothing left you greedy c*nts you ate it all