That's it  Turn the page on the day, walk away   'cos there's sense in what I say   I'm 45th generation Roman   But I don't know 'em   Or care when I'm spitting   So return to your sitting position and listen it's fitting   I'm miles ahead and they chase me   Show yer face on TV, then we'll see   You can't do half, my crew laughs   At yer rhubarb and custard verses   You rain down curses but I'm waving,   Yer hearse is driving by   Streets riding high, with the beats in the sky   All stare, eyes glazed   Garage burnt down, the fire raged   For 40 days and in 40 ways   But through the blaze they see it fade   The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces   Then a figure emerges from the wastage   Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze   One hand clutching a sword raised to the sky   They wonder how, they wonder why   The sky turns white, it all becomes clear   They felt lifted from their fears   They shed tears in the light   After 6 dark years   Young bold soldiers, the fire burns   Cracks and smoulders   5 years older and wiser   The fires are burning on fire, never tire   Slay warriors in the forests and on higher   We sing, hear the strings rising   The war's over, the bells ring   Memories fading, soldiers slaying   Looks like geezers raving   The hazy fog over the Bull Ring  The lazy ways the birds sing   A new baby's born every day   Few men may be scorned today   But look at things the other way   Cos it may well be yer final day   And then the crowds roar, they slay, they all say   I produce this using only my bare wit   Gimme a jungle, a garage beat and admit defeat,   Use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile   Get all applications into me before the deadline   Cos it's a fine line between strifeful crimes   And a life of crime   But you will reach the day, and it's all mine   You can take it or leave it,  I shake and reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix   In the afterlife gladiators meet their maker   Float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water   To the next life from the fortress   Away from the knives and slaughter   To their wives and daughters   Once more before the Lord judges over all of us  Cos in this place you'll see me   Brace yourself, cos this goes deep  I'll show you the secrets, the sky and the birds   Actions speak louder than words   Stand by me my apprentice   Be brave, clench fists.