Mikupa muda, mikupa funky Buddha
The truth sounds rude so I sound ruder
Censorship's meant to split what they slip to the public
From the pure passion that I rightfully would spit
Through your speakers, if you tweak a word that I say
You fuck me over cause they never heard what I say
Freedom of speech to preach weeks' worth of wisdom
Months and years, blood and tears that I give them
I drip with the hip hop, quick, take a pit stop
Keep the flow slow when I'm rollin in these flip-flops
And no I did not stop for the kids not to clock
That I like to use dirty words a lot
Thirty herds o' cock-suckin jocks couldn't block me
I'd thank ya to play my material properly
I'm deep, explicit when I spit it from the booth
Parental advisory, may contain the truth

So don't you clean my
Dirty dirty beats, dirty dirty beats
Dirty dirty beats, dirty dirty don't you clean my
Dirty dirty beats, dirty dirty beats
Dirty like the bottom of my bare naked feet

I'm speakin of keepin the peace for all that are fortunate
Enough to breathe sweet air - War? I be sortin that
The state has stolen our personalities, I be reportin that
Back to my ndugus in a flash like a quarterback
We need to eat, now you think I hadn't thought o' that?
Self-sufficiency, the mission be the sordid lack of land
Which is named by no man
Switch the blame to the picture frame in your hand
The same picture which made ya slave to the brand
And cave to culture of workin for the man
They slam slam you into the iron maiden
I play the fool, like a mule I am laiden
Well, I won't take this shit no more, mother Britain
I will travel to anywhere that I can fit in
Or pass through, flickerin and flittin
The point is I'm standin, motherfucker, not sittin

Third verse, this is worst first for the jerks
Who think I talk too much just because I hurt their
Ears with my bassline over and over
I'll rap my way from John O' Groats to Dover
If that's what it takes to escape all o' the rat race
I hold it at that pace so that I'm not flat on my face
When you find me at the finish line, bindin all my rhymes
Into a little ball, little more than a brittle scrawl
I can already feel it fallin apart
The sea salt stingin but rewardin my heart
I'm breathin all heavily, I'll never be Emily
Untethered from my memory, I'll only be energy
What goes down I know must come up
I'm goin down beneath the ground, wish me luck
If you don't see me for a couple of years I've passed on
Usiku mwema, I'm gone