[PuKe King] This is PuKe King, if you ain't heard, on my King James - James Randi Amazing man. No charlatan. Believe it's real - exactly What I said it was from the very start, no trickery, just magic (Do we pass it out of habit?)(Nah, we pass it cos we've had it) I've had it and I've lost it. Off my cabbage, sipping noodles Shitting apples, flipping magpies, stitching lab-rats to you poodles I am Buddha mixed with Belfort. Ask my brethren, I am brutal If you plan to pare my power have no scruples that it's futile [Mr. Grumpy] – Mr Grumpy's back, rappin' on this funky track Flipping out, no doubt my tricky spouting's kicking up a fad Prepare for armageddon, watch the level redden as we crank this Shit up to eleven, sending shivers down my Spinal Tap (Man, that's bad) – I get savage when I ravage it I'm mad (you radge) and I never seem to manage it So chins above the parapet lads this one's just for you Keep your eyes on the horizon watch us rising into view (Mr. Grumpy) Keeping the beat going at speed, flowing like an irrigation Placing prose in puzzle pieces, paddle through the picky pacing Patterned with PuKe, my text is tessellating Running rounds with Robbie, chasing bases but late to each stationary -- -- But we don't need a ruler, as we measure measured measures My flow is getting cooler than a cannister – (we chill?) We will when our pistol's powdered and we loaded like a Lannister [PuKe King] I scoop the scratches out the cheques that they backdate Trickle fickle mandate, they hope to shake my rat cage -- That is so passé. Me, I stay so blasé Fingertip to tongue while I ask them if they have taste -- For Man's sake I hope they eat the had cake I'mma give it still. Tummmy ill with the cramp ache -- This bad taste. Squandering my taxed wage Finger lingers still, 'til they spill my blood in man drains [Robbie D] It's Rob and I'm back, dropping a rap at Thomas' flat You gotta react to this trippy hippie in the city It isn't pretty when you mess with us It's best we just tell you to get to fuck But if you got respect then nod your head for the penmanship Never questioned if I was the best at this It's just a contribution for the movement With the freshest clique. Yeah, we're in here for definite

Real friends - here's my thesis: we are so close I can feel it I'mma change lives, like a D6. Don't be dickheads, just be decent I am seasoned, I am P-King, I am Caesar, I am breathing And since that's the case, I don't waste my breath In the grandest scheme we're just chasing death Fellas - I'm on a mission. Fuck your sign ups, and petitions When I say change, I don't mean brass coins And when I say free, I don't mean have choice I mean change like: let's not discuss the weather I mean free like: to make this planet better What the fuck did I say? I'mma turn on this beat Like a friend turned foe, fucking nerve of this cheek Put upon by those who don't earn what they eat My middle finger works, like it earns it's keep Fuck it - I'm going in deep All I love is self, all I loathe is sleep Never hold my breath, better hold my seat When the whole world melts, I know, I see Budging - nah, no, not me Southern - that dirty south house Campaign - the freshest clique Artist - I changed my subject Sick of these views, and I'm sick of the dust I'm sitting here thinking it could been us Why the fuck not? What does it take? Who do you call when you wanna be great? Campaign