Kali - E7

I'm leaving the base for the stamping ground.
At the forest gate, crack-fried eyes
He's already asking me if I have a pound.
And I'm mocking him because I hate whoredom so he goes
He's wrapped his tail, he's floating like a cloud
Wasting my time for these corpses, I'm moving on
I need to get to Popek to record this song.
I'll take the train because there are no gates at the station.
On roller it's not morning
My eyes are open, I see guys against the wall

What's behind his bosom could be my bad luck.
For those kids with guns, someone's life is worth bullets.
Fears allayed, it's a cartel I know.
Luckily, it's a cartel I know.
I get lemon and hash mix because it kicks like fix
Nara piks, I'm getting to train
Though small crowds, I;m not going to seat, I'm changing at the next one
Some mini Saddam is asking me if I have skins.
When he put them in his backpack, his crayons fell out.
Two Polish Edki want number for Anetka
Sorry, guys, I don't have mephedrone.
Sorry dude, sorry dude, sorry dude, thanks

I'm in Stratford.
The place where gloomy hip-hop was born
I'm catching a train at Richmond at the last minute.
And now I hear music and screaming
Three black chicks having a clash
Who shakes her ass closest to my face
What a fun, applause
Some Polish girls better their tits
'Cause they're hot for Jamaican artists.
Suddenly my attention is drawn to black skirts
black hairs, black scarves and black handbags
Ninja with a cart at night, there's something off
I want to check it out, but I have to be discreet.
Look, maybe there's a bomb instead of a baby.
I think Kali stop, what's going to be
I believe in destiny though I may be wrong
E, fuck it, I'm on Hackney Central.
Fuck on the bottom hook and back on the train
Next time, I think I'll hit the oyster.
On the corner I meet Kaczy
Resident Proceder of the Duchy of Warsaw
Peace Marek what's up? what's new?
He answers that same old
But come to me Kali. Tomorrow I'll have something good.
Simple buddy, lots of health and everything

Okay, my journey continues.
I'm walking fast because there were two dead bodies here last night.
Sialalalala I hear in the window Bounty Killer
At the entrance to the station, someone's fucking someone.
Butt banged in the bushes must have for crack
Pussy like loalka, don't touch the bastard
I have another teleport in 20 minutes.
Time will give me an acquired attribute
The smell of lemon attracted another sweat hog.
She says there's a Mona Lisa gobble without a condom
She's kind of distraught
She's probably the one who fucked in those bushes.
There's finally a diabolical machine
On the tracks goes
Stupid pussy I give a filter, let it hold
I'm knocking in, seeing if there's any ticket inspectors
They're easy to trim because they always go in pairs.
Nickname Wiley asks me if I have lighter.
Ignites spliff in the middle of the compartment
I put my headphones on. I'm sick of the global buzz.