[Intro: Archy Marshall & Jadasea]
Edgar
It's the Jadasea (Blam blam)
The ambassadors (Blam blam)
Thank goodness
Yo

[Verse 1: Jadasea]
This [?], to be or to stone
Accept what you owe, only rap what you know
Blow left with the slow rap, listen to soul
Looking left over low, looking so
You rest where you sow
'Cause [?] that shit that you know
'Cause [?] that shit that you know
Oh, oh

[Verse 2: Jadasea & Archy Marshall]
In a spot put the throttle on
Pop the top of a bottle on some marathon
Lot stop lone barrel clocking onto me
The [?], there's two sides, a lie
Packing up [?]
Or taking up arms and grabbing a riffle
[?] trifle
I need to cool out
Fucking going all out
So I say in the wind I can fall out
I fall in, before I fall out
Slick like Rick to the rule out
No I be fooling with the school foolery
And usually you wouldn't gеt through to me
Before thе jewellery and crime
But who's the beauty in the eulogy in time
You have a mind to buy my songs
'Til they make a wrong, run this over, getting metal
[?] can stay still feeling high from the decker once I reconcile
As Ralph wreck in style, so how you reckon now?
So how you reckon now? (Blow)
So how you reckon now? (Blow, blow)
(How you reckon now?)
[Verse 3: Jadasea & Archy Marshall]
But
But your mind folds
This blackjack with the plan with the blindfold
I can see, to read in-front of me, that's all I need
To flee free from the sticky scenes, it's like
Fight or run, clench fists, hold your mouth, bite your tongue
Write weaponry words that art funds
Step up the curb you shunned son
You lost the function, erupt the ruction
My promotion destruction ended up another potion
Important, this smoke screen moulding
Cryogenically frozen like Solo or Mr. Freeze
Bring me back, I unravel the mysteries
I got the list of keys that got blitzed, 2003
Little boy, easy for the breeze
Just a little boy, easy for the breeze (Alright)
Easy for this breeze (Little boy)

[Verse 4: Jadasea & Archy Marshall]
Uh, fucked up
From the toes to the head, swimming
Get a blow to the head, bringing
Like Mr. Rago said
Get the fuck back to bed (Blow, blow)
Watch the wind in these willows
As your head turns to pillows
Behold [?] below, that bellows out smoke
Caught the filament you feed him to choke
Still I will put a spike in the still
[?] I ride with my license to kill
Slide stifle the silence with still
Knives stifle the violence to chill
On top of this metropolis, year 2, apocalypse, nil