Yo,London,
North,
is where i be,
This is MyC,
my city,
so please,
hold thoughts,
infact,
fuck what you thought,
to be exact,
realise,this is my court,
n im playing the fields,
my sword is the ball,
in which i yeild,
destroy the obsticle,
no matter how wide or tall,
My City,
Lyrical form is untouchable,
physical form,
minds fail when i storm,
hearts torn,
body burn,
at the sound of my voice,
emotion pouring,
my core is evil,
But my city,
i keep the beef stalled.

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az