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    Was it sleep deprivation or deep meditation?
    That made me miss my last train from Paddington station
    Salvation the key to incredible journeys
    Up bright and early I head-first into the calm breeze
    I'ts just me and My true geeze,
    He play percussion, I scribble on oak trees
    Pretty please you can sing my syllables credible
    My cordon bleu sonnets you just wishing they edible
    Indelible Ink causes a hell of a stink
    Indiscreet about our trip, we don't care what you think
    Or maybe we do care, don't show concern
    So many paths it's like which way to turn
    Look down at my shoes I find clues
    Ask myself 'Do I break the news to conforming fools?'
    We swarm in nuf schools to outflank the rules
    Of what your DJs playing on his ones and twos

    Maybe jackin all those samples was stupid cupid
    We're never gettin clearance or distributed
    The big guns fought back, Example got muted
    A warrant for my tongue plus they suited and booted
    They've looted the premises, stolen my genesis
    my Mouth caused a fuss like i'm some kinda nemesis
    Enemies came, so I packed my ruck sack
    Lyrics on a microfilm up my buttcrack
    Its not at all what it was cracked up to be
    It weren't up to me it was down to the system
    Blink and you'll miss dem, consumers kiss dem
    And if you're like me have a drink and diss them
    They kicked in the door signed litigation
    But I'm on a platform in Paddington station
    I wont try and scram from the sirens
    Just sittin here alone doin battle with my eyelids

    We earnt 'Clockwork Orange' style – couple of doogs
    With our tools the rules bend, troublesome dudes
    Like Uncle Scrooge Do 'bar humbug' the youths
    They could never travel routes in our musical boots
    so We grouped to function at some unknown junction
    Mischievous til we felt the back of a truncheon
    Breadcrumbs for luncheon something to munch on
    Bruised and confused we're like which road to choose
    Now they closing the deficit, I never sit at ease
    I'm an easy target - I'm all lethargic
    It was wrong to start with something un-conventional
    Though it was all intentional
    Hardly treason to pen something verbal that's out of season-
    Without reason
    I was just catching jokes but im now on the run
    Like so many roads to choose, but which one?

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