[Introduction]
Yeah
You know what it is, it’s Mic Righteous right now
We’re live on SBTV we’re back, it feels good, I feel proud, I feel happy
Suicycle the album out right now, big up everyone holdin’ down the album
Jamal Edwards back behind the lens, it feels crazy, it feels nostalgic, feels good
Look, big up Potter Payper
Official Mic Righteous merchandise out now
You can cop that right now from www.micrighteous.bigcartel.com
Let’s go, Rest in Peace Mark
(Murder murder murder)
Comin’ live from the nine
Listen
Yo, yo, yo, yo yo
Check

[Verse One]
Murder, murder, murder, you can murder me
It’s my dead friend’s annivеrsary (yeah)
Me I ain’t afraid to tell thеm vertically
The devil tried converting me
The devil cried a herd of [?]
Uh, it’s all a big conspiracy
Big wired world turning turbulent
If there is a multiverse, imagine how many worlds there could be
Shit, there could be one million alternate versions of me
Spinnin’ in a circle doin’ circuits for a century
With adolescent dreams of being Hercules
‘til it’s virtually, just a blur and you’re thirty-three
Suddenly you’re all regretful when you wish to university
Finally, you die and that’s life universally
But, please don’t take it personal
I don’t know you personally
I, think we’re all the same internally
I think I walk away and turn a leaf
I mean, who doesn’t give themselves the third-degree?
Who really is perfect and doesn’t get that sick urge to grip work and purge like a mercenary?
Go and buy a big burner and go on a murder spree, (ah)
I’m juggling life nervously
People used to tell me jump and I’d be like certainly
Bendin’ over backwards doin’ back-flips like a circus freak
Permanently in pain for another person’s entertainment
Purpose just to never hear that purpose
Never say it personally
How this bird got the word to leave?
A week before our daughter started nursery
Just when you thought you’d overcome adversity
I feel to start bursting out my shirt and start turning green
I’m green like jelly beans, I see, in my green-eyed enemies
Green might gift the green light to your energy
Green like veggies, ‘cause some bitches don’t eat any meat
Better off not meeting
Eat my gelatin, by any means, bitch that beans buy any means
Get the guillotine if you think you’re killin’ me
Dreamin’ like I’m still asleep, hungry like a little thief
Stealin’ from the till, I eat got the hunger, it’s still in me
Your fantasy, really ain’t happenin’
The facts are what I care about, ain’t scared of our little beef
Airin’ out behind the scenes, Mikey always spillin’ tea
(Trust)
[Verse Two]
Why’s he always in the streets?
Criticizing the whole industry?
Conversation’s killing me
Truth is, truth is right in front of you it isn’t deep
It’s really hiding in plain sight
While you’re busy being distracted by the everyday tyranny that I’m sick of seeing
In the BM with your BM and I’m whipping this
All I do is make classics, it’s ridiculous
I used to be bitter son, I used to be ignorant
Flew too close to the bitter sun like I’m Icarus
You know the mind is deep
We distort stories just to suit the agenda in our time of need
To the point the mind creates a memory inside itself
So vivid that the eyes can see it
Look, I mean, you get that feeling when you can’t find your keys
You start making that total fabrication of that reality where you had them last
Aye, dawg, listen, I think we’re genuinely in a simulation
Entertaining a bunch of fuckin’ aliens that wanna have a laugh (haha)

[Verse Three]
Maybe you can’t understand this type of content
It wasn’t added to your vernacular
Maybe I’m just way too dark, blame my tragic past
Maybe this game’s full of rapists and they don’t have a heart (nah)
They didn’t have a heart, I was young and vulnerable, didn’t have a chance
Went to court without an alibi or barrister and no defense
All I’ve got left is a bag of bars
I said fuck the game, became my own manager
Wasn’t progressing so much, but wasn’t amateur
Now I’m profession, grown up, ima have it large
Back again and born again I’m my only challenger
They ain’t hangin’ in no balance in their braggin’
In the manner I be rapping with
Talkin’ Akala I’m talking Black the Ripper
Passionate, back and better
I could have went back to bitter
Got my Suicycle family and they’re bangin’ with us
Rest in Peace, all they’ll ever be
I’ll make them wish they never ended the beat
Extend the beat, I got a cold verse, energy
I’m my own worst enemy
Now you’re nothing but a memory
Pissed away, you felt jealously
Man are wastin’ hella energy
I guess what is meant to be is meant to be
I guess I never needed the therapy
Or the medication the television was selling me
I avoided doin’ DMT, finally, found serenity
I, need it, if that’s your energy okay then
Then keep it, agents stay the fuck away from me bitch
Aye, Jamal, tell them to come in peace or leave in pieces
Tell them to get past the egg plants and peaches
Tell them I’m still quarantining, bitch
I’m deadass not leavin’
This just ain’t a scene yet
This just ain’t intriguing
Tell my dogs to cease them
I wanna see blood and a bunch of bitches screamin’
What MCs? I ain’t motherfuckin’ seen them
I just can’t invest in ‘em so I just don’t believe ‘em
And anybody coming at me, you can confront my demons
I swear this ain’t something tha I just fuck with on a weekend
This is like an obsession that I study every evening
You man are, bloodsuckers and leeches
And that’s why you’re all green with
[Outro]
Aye, fuck it, hold tight we’re in Margate right now
SBTV, Margate boy on some seaside ting
Aye, and tell GRM Daily this is what a real freestyle is
And all them Daily Duppys are pre-recorded
So you can’t call it freestyling
Are you mad?