i make a smooth crash landing mad piff stinking out of the bag it s rammed in catching my reflection in the mirror can t understand him tiii we re chatting in a telepathic broken language that makes discoveries that break the ground your feet will stand on spoken word got the soul s heart beating anthems from the dreamlands it hangs in code of the phantom explode like solar flares coming to advance us i ain t tainted like the blood drenched police batons cracked heads ricocheted off the side of meat wagons i bring the bangers like my boy known as pete cannon dream with passion bleed talent never work for nobody ever i m a street rapper always high certified weed addict no problems no issues fam i m living the dream literally in the swiss hills chill at the peak the truths deep like my fingers in a sack of green ounce bags rinsed in a flash with the ease step up on the microphone you know i m like jeheeze what what what what what you got to say to me i m all ears like i ain t got a face to see basically i take the cakes from the bakery i m hungry coz the zoogy gave me munchies it s wild out here fam i rep from jumanji chilling with the alien some liquor and the skunk tree never wanna fall off the wall like humpty dumpty get my dome cracked see the blood leak crowd bounce around like titties when they re busty trust me i m coming up feel the rush g digging in the crates for the breaks that are dusty that s runone and molotov s jobs they re my dons see gotta have your side kick like darstardly s mutley we churn out the tunes like manufactured cough sweets infectious and dangerous like nails that are rusty trust me i stay funky like chutney hmmmmmm chutney  lost in a cloud of piff straight high like a space ship interdimensional shift yo i m moving up to the fifth fliptrix runone molotov high focus