The Herbalist, The Verbalist
The Ancient one, he Impervious
I make the silent sing
To get peace you need a violent king
Dust your tape deck
Break Bread
Smoke until I face death
Better fetch the pay cheque
Cradle to the grave shit
Heavy when I weigh in
Willie Meehan
F*ck a rebrand
He gutter gully still a free man
Get the money stacked from the land of no fame
Tycoons in suits buying cocaine
Black gold, White snow, Poor Souls all day
Iced alleys break the cold wind blowing the hope fade
Catch 'em like a killer in a corn maze
God sent me