linktr.ee/itsousama
aight
beddy bye to you wave guys
dreamcatcher flew out the gravesite
some of these man been loose with the pen
and thought they’re pushing the game right huh silly
shame on you shame on your crew
now nothing abating this crusade
book out the studio man what for?
if ousama is dropping it’s doomsday
fuck all your sell-out numbers
we can tell that pineal gland already calcified
o+k stay clean with it
grow out your roots getting fertilised
it’s no wonder you’re begging the limelight
you smell like shit when you’re industry certified
i used to bump radio 1 on a dumb ting
till i realised the bbc is full of pesticide
mad
shadowban numbers
you do your thing and play cool with the keeper
throw out your life for a suit and some leisure
bury your pain with a foolish demeanor
i could go country club and play golf with trump
or hang out in bristol with hippies roll up a spiffy
and chat about what the hell ufo’s want
here’s my life
i wake up i hit district line
i don’t really do breakfast but i do coffee
trip black no sugar just the a1 smoke and we active yea yea
trust me i been here for a minute just watching in silence
ain’t too big on this clout environment
no chasing status
i be net running through the matrix
cooking up biz with cyberpsychos
call it a kairos moment
fine-tuned arrival
close encounters
contact every blue lunar cycle
flew the coop the revolution vital
fuse alignment
the new revival
brews electric
rescue marooned disciples
to come back home and refute the idols
in my lane buddy i see no traffic
even the pop stars ride on my coat tails
no one in the uk dropping a skunkworks
no one in the uk follow their own trail
carrying the whole of your ego inside of my toenail
you’ll never catch me in designer, begging the yacht life
i’m busy with anchors
got god’s will blowing through my boat sails
big ups to the people’s mantra
i lived in a shell spoke fables to pander
put spells on a page to release the anger
now i see clearer and read the banter
how many hours awake did i spend
being cryptic when i already lapped the olympics
no need to hide from a hindrance
live out your life and believe in yourself yea
you can try hide in your shell
cover your shame with a blade, a veil
fight for their road or pave it yourself
cos even at worst of times
you can find life in that cell
jacked the cable and then hacked your balance
maxtac alerted now back to channeling backdoors
the packet flagged arrived trafficked overnight
the man are arsonists
firewall smashed he dragging out fine art from the palace
then the fucking sky darkened
darkened
see six (c6) winged angels looking like they were made outta carbon
woah
scent of a rose imposed on my senses
when the eyes opened they spoke with telepathy (empathy)
memorandum
told me the stars had aligned for your fandom
and with the tide coming in you better put up a price
for the ransom
cemetery
revivified breath
last time did it with skunk
this time we do it in phantom