Lyrics War Drum - Leaf Dog , Illinformed , Smellington Piff , Index

Always has the shotty near his mouth like Kurt Cobain
Blowing smoke through a tunnel like an old school train
What's the strain?
Never say the name in vain
On board like a plane
Drag a bitch by her main
Ain't much changed
Apart from the ones who reign
The dog you can't tame
(About Rockports again?)
Digging out a new lane that not many will stand in
The beat hustle king hold my phones for ransom
Fuck laser beams, skinny jeans and dancing
Kids chatting shit and my fans are lamping
Without me even asking
Reality can't grasp em
Closed like the caption
Chain reaction
Type of rhyme pattern
On point like satallite tracking
Underground no major backing
Your bitch is a bike we ride her like a tandem
Pussy's so loose you need (plane size to lamp on?)
From my skunk
You feel the paranoid attack of panic
My rap style frantic and more madder than a manic
Addicted to the taste like a hit on the blue magic
The (hide screens?) in smoke rooms make me feel nostalgic
The worst guy cos im obssesive and compulsive
A twisted mind cos im depressive and repulsive
I'm vile, my shits so sick you can feel the bile
It's that psycho leaving blood on your bathroom tile
Unsure of yourself thats why you live in denial
The stoned desciple, stash my skunk for survival
Go the extra mile (?????)
My bars so sharp that my tongues considered a concealed weapon
Why the fuck you stepping into the unknown void
Do I not look like a cracked out paranoid guy
That would do anything to get high
Like breathing in the mould dust or
Eating funghi I am the future, now welcome to it
Floating down the river
Top speed like metal fluid
Listening to devil music
I'm a sick child demented by the devil food I am been fed
I'm raging red enough to wreck the booth
Going nowhere, I wouldn't even go there
You can't compete with the flows or the (???) here
The green pharmacist
Don't be alarmed by this
Affiliated with the best of weed farmer kids
I roll like a hobo pungent with charm
With a swarm full of no goes hanging off my arm
Sack swinging
Like a skunks ringing the alarm
Leaving doors wide open
Born in a barn
Appalling to some
Scum and untrained
Some call me Shang Tsung burn em in the flames
Done with the mill run grind stones
Consider me a father cos what I say goes
I lick a ripped Rizla and stick a spliff with spit
We talk Real Life Drama
No blurb from a script
Fuck props or (???) or crock of shit Stack the cash
Listen to the master clash
Pass the stash
I've never seen you act so fast
Jack crack me
And Jack smack you back to back
HA!
The underground resistance
On the forefront
Banging a war drum
Won't quit till the wars won
(????)
I'm a naturalist
I pack the spliff and rap like I'm stacking gifts
Attacking riffs, who, it's the bastard kids
Wielding battle axes like Asterix
Cataclysmic acts for that purpose
Lungs intake smoke like catalytic converters
Watch where you step cos we're under the surface
Like earthworms we merge words and cause skirmish
Out my tree man jumped the nest
Travelled back to 1993, (album cassettes?)
Drunken mess ingesting drugs like Hunter S. Thompson
Your worst demons Jets got em Plus some next problems
Crazy afflictions
Blood stains and convictions
Faking prescriptions
Drug taking addictions
Shoe string budgeting
Blue slim skin with the pukka ting
Puts a different spin on the look of things
Alcoholic with an ounce of chronic
In desk draw stinking through to next door
Fridge full of export
On top of the game like I'm standing on a chess board
Crash the Ford Escort landed in an (???)
Yes your listening to the dopest
Drink liquor till I'm giving liver sclerosis
Killer this ain't showbiz
Ain't spitting for the Hovis
Flow is wavy so it's swimming with the Blowfish
And you ain't bad your a man in denial
Street Fighter flow kicking it like Blanka and Guile
My cancerous vile slang with leave your gang in a pile
Man I got styles make you rappers run for marathon miles