Alchemisland

Used overhate

Until I overate cakes made with hay

Blazed overtaking

Speed limit I’m over it

Speed signs I’m over with

Motor call it whip, grip it glad for greed, seven sins

I sniff a line with a rolled up five quid

I tell a lie it was a twenty slip

Never hand over the slip empty or I’ll empty your blood

Leave your place a tip, dump you in the dustbins, morning lift

Getting to grips with why I’m so twisted

Doctor says I must stop ripping my wrists

Ripping the wrapping paper, the kids with my gifts

Grift them and take twice the price for a fifth

Fifth grader wants to impress his missus so he steps to this

He’s pretending it’s his second tour, I can tell he’s pure

And I can lure euro notes from his wallet to my bureau

He wants it, I’m wanted at the five star level

Rubbing his hands like he fell into a nettle patch

I’m rubbing my hands, getting bread no batch

No one has a patch on me, no one holds a torch to me

Like the wall of a tomb beneath a forest of cedar trees

He says please, I say no need but afterwards he’s thankful to me

I’ve still got a tankful of green, if anyone is asking it send them to me

Enough come and say you sent them, I’ll pay you a fee

Watch it, fam, that shit will come on you like a fever

I don’t feel I’m a thief, more a bold deceiver

But I never levered my position without a reason

No one was willing to listen until we made the pyramid steps glisten

Blood enough to wet a vampire’s whistle

Sky was coalblue like an old Thistle

I saw a train shooting sideways like a primitive missile

Scrolling missives like Snake games on building sides, worst of science

Know what side my bread is buttered

Both sides, both wives I’m two timing

Prophet M had 12, how did he get time between that and penning

I keep the worst me penned in depending on how much they’re bending