Yea,This London game aint biggle,
my lifestyle is fickle,
sick to the bone,
coz cats are cloned,
my rain drizzles,
pain fizzles,
should be dizzy from the lights,
blinded by the street lamps,
poetic champ from night to day light,
and vice versa,
the rhymes aren't dimes in a dozen,
just another found nickle,
so im running on E cousin,
earning them P's,
no queue,just me,
and a thousand look alikes who follow the same dream.

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