Notes - Jinz Moss, MK-1

Who’s this the putrid nuclear puke mucus, stewing a huge brew polluted but

who’s lucid

Abusive but use music get booted if you stupid, a pube in a huge puke pit

wounded by heughed cupid

Bruising with skewed uses, attuned but the truth’s fruitless

…What

You ain’t fucking with my inner strength let alone my wordplay

When my heart beats it causes sonic booms and earthquakes

Your words stay worthless, my words taste turdless

Words break barriers, words cause murders

Words make characters, words teach learners

Words mean everything and words mean nothing

Words can be hate filled, words be loving

Words are the tools that we use in this trade

On my last tape I infused them with hate

Now I’ve calmed down a little bit, I’m truthfully tame

But I’m still walking round with this puke in my brain…

The flow’s broken but potent, opponents hold the components

Of homos phoning for boners, you’re a joke broken and boneless

You sold your soul and emotions, the foe utopias told us

Stay growing choking unchosen, my flow bestowed in an omen

My home like Rome to the Romans the zone is frozen and hopeless…

Still I hope that everything I’ve worked for works out

Stations ain’t playing me I’m jumping over turnstiles…

Enemy of the state look at the sate of my enemies

They afraid of their fate friends will hate me eventually

Say safe to my face they ain’t preying to better me

They be scraping for pay portraying faces of jealousy

I was paving the way sacred aching incessantly

While you stayed in the bay taking caine for a memory

…taking caine for a memory

Life’s like banging whores skin back

You never know what you’re gonna get when you hit that

Sit back spliff chat six pack fit slags jinz dat

Boy with the muddy tongue preach no practice

Cuts

MK-1; KRS-One

This is what Hip Hop is

It’s everyday life, it’s your character

What you think of yourself changes your reality

Fuck it he’s a funny cunt Nemo’s address

Lost in a muddy slum seen on Sax 5th

Punching a dutty slut he’s on crack shit

…he's on crack shit

And I don’t know who I am any more I’m just trapped in the prison of this

lyricism

Kissing a forbidden written living but I’m sick of living

Livid cause I’m crippled in it he’s so fucking hypocrites spitting like he

didn’t sniff it…

I just speak from the perspective of a man who escaped everything that he was

hexed with

I just speak from the perspective of a man who escaped everything that he was

hexed with…

Pay knowledge ain’t fake cause the pay’s honest your brain’s a safe wallet

I hate but stay modest the games a snake forest

Venomous intentions float through the forecourts corporate the core’s raw

Morbid and immortal, falling ain’t a short fall, mauling at the morsels

More fool the victims rubies are roofies ruthless the riches

Pursue this Anubis will puke on your wish list…

Sing sing, sing for ya cash flow

Ya bling bling you lost all your back bone

Ya win sin so you sold him ya damn soul

Traded your heart for the dark in the mangroves…

Outro Cuts

MK-1; KRS-One

I learnt on my spiritual journey

What you think of yourself changes your reality

Don’t allow someone to tell you to catch 100 fish when you’re doing good with

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