[Verse 1: Illiterate]It's just another day wasting change, trying to get to grips with thisTipsy kids still spitting sick when his lips are stitchedIf you're shit, you're getting binned quickLike a bit of liqourice inside a Pick-n-Mix, I'm sick of itStop the bickering cause nobody is listeningAnd if you're whack you're gonna get snapped like a brittle stickPenning raw, I'm forming a metaphor, clever drawConcept of Thought, we're forever rawSee a severed corpse fall from the heavens' courtMan I beckon storms when I stand next to fallsIt's the Devil's war, time to surrenderFor crimes been committed and my mind's the offenderSlice of dementia, roll dying with a vengeanceIs it luck or is just divine intervention? Life is descendingFive dimensions collide when I light up a BensonIt's time for my meds soon[Verse 2: Awfer]I'm nothing special, in fact I'm a normal kidThat likes to write rhymes at night when I'm bored of shitBored of this, shitty little town I've been brought up inIf this weren't reality, I would have bought some wingsStrapped ‘em to my back and flown straight to where the border isI ain't talking shit man, I'm raw like abortion isOr torching an orphanage, I want more than thisFeeling boxed in like contortionists, my story isI was born to spit, grab my sword and gripI've got more to give, every thought I think is stored in thisSstrange little brain of mineMy frame of minds' debating life, I ain't afraid to laugh, I ain't' afraid to crySo raise your glass and I‘ll raise the micI wanna take hip hop to a greater heightAnd take pride in the way I write to the skyAll around the world to the stage and glide[Verse 3: Frankie Stew]I've been searchingWrite my verse in third person, I'm learningTime my life, I burn perspectNo one ain't perfect, working ain't worth itAnd I worked that out on my day job, the rain drops splattered on my feetI've learnt two things, you'll never find happiness for freeThe other's undiscovered from the pattern in my speechJust another case of matching my defeatTrapped inside the scene if you're acting by the seaChange your ways and I stay the same faithPlay the game and the day to make hasteSpray your name upon trains to make matesIf you crave the fame then it's basicYou gotta go against the grain, because the iller the written rapsThe bigger the scene clapsC.O.T. , we bringing it back, so what? What?C.O.T. , we bringing it back[Verse 4: Edward Scissortongue]Yo, it's just another day for rituals and routinesAnother day of sunbeams and moonbeams on horizons, sights are too deepAnother day for peeps to populate streetsAnother day for businessmen on tubes rocking a tie and a two pieceAnother day to open my eyes, direct my sight to the skiesTo see it's pissing down, man it's gloomyAnother day to think: ‘fuck work, make a call, pull a sickieSit in my pants and watch B-grade movies'Another day to blaze skunk, another day to get drunkAnother day to eat junk, another day to make loveBut that's it, if you reflect upon it honestlyI'm sick of all these deep and meaningful philosophiesCause man was an ape, ape became manMan became twats, whackness began, yeah?God was a twat if he existed and thatMan I'm sick of all this deep evangelistical crapJust another day for junkies to score their fixJust another day for paedos to perve on kidsJust another day for Scissortongue to flip some scriptsAnother day for Hollyoaks at half past sixAnother day for every godforsaken clock to tickAnother day for semi-skimmed on my WeetabixAnother day to get my penis licked by some sleazy chickTill I'm creaming jizz on her greasy titsFor real
