Verse 1
Baraka
Life was good but this is the dark age/
I used to go out drinking and flirt with the bar maids/
eat sweets and waste money at arcades/
now I’m fucked up ‘coz these are the last days/
I traveled through star gates to get to this dark place/
I’m crazy like Scarface taking class A’s/
increases my heart rate at a fast pace/
like a car chase and I’m always half baked/
frying my brain like a high voltage helps my mind focus/
I’m enraged ‘coz theres no way to escape from this psychosis/
I’ll smoke a pipe thats hand made the size of a lamp shade/
then go on a rampage and leave your body covered in bandaids/
don’t make me get medieval/
I’ll crush you with my hands ‘coz I don’t need a desert eagle/
if you’re holding a gun I’ll snap your opposable thumbs/
I’m a master mind and a psychopath all rolled into one/
me and Skilf spit the dopest poems/
if you fuck with me I’m leaving you with broken bones/
I’m making more doe than Corleone I smoke more cones than the rolling stones/
I’ll crush your frame I’ve always been over grown it’s in my chromosomes/
you moan and groan and bitch about me on your mobile phone/
which makes me feel like coming to your manor while your’e home alone/
snap your head up like a Toblerone/
to prove I hold my own so if you try to you’ll get overthrown/
oi, every day I write lyrics/
when I’m on the mic I’ll be making your spine pivot/
I’m nice with it give me a five minute time limit/
and I’ll be quick to burn you like matches and white spirit/
I’ll make you squash the beef like plasticine/
and I’ve got you nervous every time you stand in front of a cash machine/
you better just chill get me vexed I’ll be happy to break your nose and jaw/
what the fuck you waiting for? I’m ready whenever you wanna go to war/
wanna fight to the death get striked in the chest hit from the right to the left?/
and I don’t really care what you think of me I’ll always live my life on the edge/
you don’t really wanna fuck with the kids that come from Finsbury Park/
where the evil people are quick to take you down and leave your carcass in the dark/

Chorus
Downlow scratching

Verse 2
Skilf
I pack more heat than the equator fuck with me I'll see you later/
alligator, killer instinct is deep within my nature/
even if you had a tank I'd still defeat you with a razor/
and beat you with a sabre make you breathe like you're in labour/
I’ve got an obsolete philosophy/
never changing like the snobbery of aristocracy/
don't bother me, when I'm meditating in my sacred place/
I'll change the pace and raise the steaks you've made a grave mistake/
the devil on my shoulder, controlling me getting colder/
I hold a revolver ready to blow ‘ya to Macedonia/
I need a hit to take me out of this ego trip/
all you eager chicks just wanna eat my dick like Weetabix/
boost the beat a bit, let it peak and clip/
I'm ready to rip and I don't mean rest in peace cos I'm a fiend for it/
rap is my crack, and I'm glad to be back/
it's like I never left the game and I never will cos that's a fact/