One two Nostalgia’s no what it used to be ICE T TMNT WWF way before it was WWE Back in the D A Y It was something to see But fuck me Had no idea what a cunt could achieve In the summer breeze bumping 2 P A C No giving a fuck if they bams From the other scheme hate me Mate I was free Popped my C in 93 Looked the part but I was wee That’s how it went in Penilee R I P the dub U G They said O D But I know it was they cunts that Threatened to shoot me Ow wee DRE Snoop DO Double G Getting ugly telling birds suck it and see With my muckas in the T Close puffing the tree Some history gets rewrote But I'll keep it hundreds with ye Cause when it comes to wayward sons I'm Scotland's M O G M O Problems Check We went kerby to pitchy Irn Bru mixed with vodka or whisky Drunk getting lifted Keeping them busy No comment Crash at a mates Heading home late Many mistakes and walks of shame The gigs didn't pay Had no radio play Got told Scots can't rap Did it anyway We kept at it won an award Still unpaid but more applause My old mates going To raves with mad jaws But I found a scene Where my heart belonged I was only fifteen doing my first gig Now twenty years later Feel like the same kid A lot of lives around me have wasted it I'm still trying to decide if that shoe fits

Rap habit I'm back on my bat shit Crazy apparatus casting this dark magic Dead savage back from the carnage Holding the carcass embedded On my antlers My pen game on Pentagrams backwards I'm chick-a Werd chicken bones On a goat’s head Fire up a little fucking prayer To the highest ones Looking in the mirror asking God if I aren't one And I'll send a fucking prayer on advent To open up doors Like a calendar I'll ascend And my admin will send You an email to caption My drastic interaction with rap ken Pricks like cactus Jack you for jack shit Cracked ribs makes Cactus Jack look mad fit Adlib Generic fucking rap throwing tantrums Ten tabs down who's tripping On a bad one I traveled over the killing fields Looking for the show Made my way across the desert sand Shoveled through the snow Disbelieved my lying eyes Questioned everything I know Cut my teeth on petty scripture You live learn and grow I loaned my ears to wizardry Gave myself to art Satisfied my curiosity And gambled with my heart Took a road that hadn’t known The heavy tread of my kind Searched the earth And never found a single Thing a want to find If the blind lead the blind I'm behind the divine There's Christ in my crimes And mines are a sign of the times No right in my mind Maligned with my life on the line Fighting the signs Sliding from the height of my prime Fine It's the Almighty's design I've wined and dined with titans Who're too frightened to change Saw my light shine brightest In a tidal of shrines And rolled dice with a Bible of rhymes Yo Stand down tell my dogs go sick them No convictions I’m a voyeur Like how jigsaw did it I can bring harm quicker Than an anti vax speaker At an antifa rally In a proud boy’s t-shirt I never understood Why you listen to cult leaders Who feed off the weak Then give you advice How to live decent I’d rather be a leader myself Convince people to give Me all of their money Get to fuck them as well Look Now how the fuck am I going to sell My next release I’ll Have Derren Brown do the intro Put you under a spell Look You won’t see me on tour But I can handle it My demographic is jakies Who really don’t Have the cash to spend My style is hazardous You really should not listen My bars are snuff films That shit will just stay with you Until you lose your mind It takes over you feel finished Listen if you really want to end It we won’t miss you

One two one two Been more than a decade I'm still in love with you Constantly surprising me Fueling me with something true Another day another wonderful view Every second I'm inside You feels comfy but new You never done me wrong Literally the opposite Changed my negativity Instantly to positive Guess it was meant to be You’re the one that's meant for me Blessed be your presence In my memory Even when I leave I fantasize of coming home to you Knowing that you'll always Be the same waiting patiently Staying stationary Never going to change on me Blatantly embarrassing me Which always amazes me I can't stray from you Hate to be away from you I'm the man you made of me You’re such a rarity You’re home to me Guess the gutter wasn't Cherish what you gave to me Edinburgh city I see the same streets 30 years of concrete Some see the castle and Arthur's Seat I see a sea of council greed Council estates in a state of need We've been looking after JoJo And counting trains in sleep Climb through toilets And I guess it seems nice to move here Till the rent is due Edinburgh you’re a fucking funny one I both love you and hate the cunt I'm not done You’re turning into a small London Just don't go full turn It's a fairy tale town But people don't live in fairy tale now It's a fairy tale good tale of the town Just hope that it stays somehow

I contemplate in my head least Something that I'm good at Self-commentary I narrate A narrative through music This chip on my shoulder I added salt to it Taste of vinegar was bottled up Now amplified to use it I'd rather speak my mind Even if it's lost or broken Think writing out a rhyme Creates lines in creative process Like psilocybin influence Pathways are newly opened Though thoughts can overload And some doors they aren't for closing Releases are important Outlets for stress When words are left unsaid These recordings make amends When masculinity It may be criticized in west It can also give off strength If not toxic in the end Just write about self And not to be agreed with Speaking out my mind So that anyone may hear it Thoughts should be no secret And if it's something you'd not share It's probably lurking As a negative causing despair Not that you'd guess it Way we breeze it in a track Only list longer than regrets we share Are ones we're keeping yap So don't mind me Need two or three to ease the chat And these lights have become shadows And we need these to keep them back So steaming keep them cheerful Search for needles in the stack And hear that pin drop The only way we can relax Making bare attempts means Ending up all honeybees and traps And these forbidden fruits we're eating Are all made of bleeding wax So do something or you'll cry But we aren’t that keen to laugh That routine leading To that Groundhog Day Scene with the bath And in the room with no windows Still can't escape from seeing cracks So I boarded up the doors And even paint the ceiling black Working from the top down It's that creepy steeple jack It's that same old bad penny That's been cleaned Whilst steeped in jack Thirty pieces of silver For the character we lack It's that gold for the soul Keep receipts and plead it back no There's something heavy wrong When the gutter And the swamp gets bombed And the fuckers at the top get comp’d So the mucker's get gone Cause cunts are headstrong And the government’s At fucking def con We're heading for war Drunk on the finest My fucks are in the minus I'll ride this to all That’s done is behind us Cunts are wildest when Their fucked on the wine it's A fucking curse it's the climate We're burdened up With the urge to fight till they find us Your society’s fucked chief Look at all these cunts That done brush teeth And these mums that don't bust feed All these birds that'll fuck me It’s the one three the unlucky From the Burg to the Dundee The dust to the dust and the fung shui Or the feng shui Sensei show them that their left way Means that they'll be left with Nothing but regret hey Lucked into rhyming righteous One time for your mind Fucked if your finding likeness

Looking up at the sky And I swear it glitched Looking for a shooting star I know the mind plays Tricks and I question it What is existence for Stuck in a presence of mind With no one present My thoughts decline Chat to myself And write some rhymes Complain about life Just to past the time Oh my God Feeling broken a bit So if you exist can You explain some shit Fuck this looking Like Earth's destruction So if generated This files corrupted Stick on the VR Online find I am sitting at space bars A blank line from Tapping up the bar maid Return with caps locks And hashtag memories Yeah control alt delete To your whole team Can't escape the blue screen Shouldn't unplug this machine Digital dream Looking up at the sky And I swear it glitched Looking for a shooting star I know the mind plays Tricks and I question it What is existence for Looking up at the sky And I swear it glitched Looking for a shooting star I know the mind plays Tricks and I question it What is existence for Been on my mind a lot lately Debating whether it's love or tainted Wishing I could think straightly Got this liquor and a spliff sedated Thank the ones that stuck by my side daily Gonne make a change fucking pay me Things can be such a juxtaposition Used to be depressed Now I got ambition Use my voice wise Hope it resonates when you listen Never looking back Intuition No think twice Lose your way Pay the price Play life like dice At the end of the day it's your choice When the world’s gone to shit Whose goanna quit Who stays fit If there's war he's equipped I ain't ever losing it Only improving it Here to make history Won't let them ruin me No more misery When I'm gone They be missing me Looking up at the sky And I swear it glitched Looking for a shooting star I know the mind plays tricks And I question it What is existence for Looking up at the sky And I swear it glitched Looking for a shooting star I know the mind plays Tricks and I question it What is existence for Hell of a view Staring at the stars in the sky As I'm contemplating Why it's so hard to die Sitting on the turf Where the farmers thrive Rooted to the ground While the martyr’s fly Gardener’s fry working in Eden Fathers cry suffering bleeding Charmers lie they done Too much reading Now they're tripping over every Two words they're speaking Mothers grieving Holding their young as they're leaving Hoping their lungs are still breathing Nobody loves with good reason Who do you believe in Show me above I need Jesus But the pieces don't fit Don't know where my soul sits Don’t know where my hope or my home is But you know what Last night I was looking at the sky And I saw the whole globe glitch Looking up at the sky And I swear it glitched Looking for a shooting star I know the mind plays Tricks and I question it What is existence for Looking up at the sky And I swear it glitched Looking for a shooting star I know the mind plays tricks And I question it What is existence for

Yes S O S Werd Mog and InJoke Holding a skull like Hamlet To be or not to be To achieve or accept normality To breath free to some degree God damn it Could never add it up My mathematics was good enough But formula used had an evasive touch Or some bits removed To confuse our worth Fuck this Earth Seen enough dirt and souls that hurt Seen some grow but the sunlight froze Over most of the coast In rains too much When the bairns need lunch We shouldn’t need to ask Rashford A failure of state that we didn’t observe An empty plate shouldn’t Need discussed Check the compass Check directions And it seems there’s More than three degrees Between me and you So build a wall from stone Draw lines in the sand In time The colours bleed through This is the race in which horses will fall The endings been televised Nobody calls This the descent This the limitless crawl And this is becoming the myth of us all Denying the devil we hid in his thrall Denying his gifts And his gimmicks and all Best wishes Lie back and assume the position And think of the mission is all Avoid chat Bicker and brawl It's that Floyd act Brick in the wall Best be appalled Flowered profanity Vanity where all The lyrics are scrawled Asking for balm And I’m giving them salt Things a man does When you limit his calls You've taken his will But he gives it his all If Sampson relaxes Then no prisons fall Check the compass Check directions And it seems there’s More than three degrees Between me and you So build a wall from stone Draw lines in the sand In time The colours bleed through One two I pulled the sword from The stone when I cracked the mold Stole your broken heart Sold you back your soul I’ll approximately exact a toll Then posthumously Come back to gloat I’ve been trying to get cunts To stop saying goat Cause it’s gayer than a sailor On a boat made of soap If you know you know If you don’t then you don’t Cunts want me to pose For a phone but I wont People try and clone Every poem that I’ve wrote Thinking I’m a rouge But I’m wholesome as hope Knocked heavens door Wearing robes like the pope Cold to the core Stoned from the dope I hope they boak I loath they folk I choked the woke With a home-made rope Roamed the road till It brought me home Followed the flow Do-si-do