Better get up on your p’s and q’s
I’m only on my season 2
Twenty two months in and I kill a beat that’s feeling new
Giving you many a reason to be confused.
I can do what he can’t do
I got the spark like a Pikachu
I don’t spit to grime
Gimme a week or two
Got you and your gimmicky rapping weak and blue
See I’m NUTS

Like a pecan pie
Leave man sliced up like a pizza guy
Tongue in cheek
With the cheesy line
To feed a feeble mind a greasy peace of mine
People be surprised to see Mandeep can rhyme
They see the breazy hair but no-one see the grind
You need to be prepared to sow the seeds of time and slowly see Divine through flows as deep as mine

Demwuns
I become one with the beat
I’m the one to defeat
Leaving bums perched up by the front of the seat when I jump up and speak
Once was a Sikh but too many mandem wasn’t understanding what was underneath the turban I tied
I’d go to family events
Aunties be like “Turn her to your bride”
But didn’t give a diddy bout the thoughts turning inside

I equate that to your urban attire
Got the surface but the verses are dire
A new whip, bit of skirt. You’ll retire.
That’s all good but know my purpose is higher
I don’t strive money. I don’t strive for honey. I don’t strive to get everyone in the cypher running.
But it keeps on happening. Bit of a sneaky habit.
Well I guess I must be living life right or something
Better slow down.
Make the crowd move like a hoe-down
You think your woman’s committed but she’s a ho now
I ain’t gona make the move but I know how
My brudda don’t shout so loud.
Makes me think you got no clout.
The meek shall inherit the Earth
If that’s the case, then I’mma make my mum and daddy so proud

Whenever I start I see the end
As clever as half your team and ends
Don’t tell me you graft is c.b.a
Never a chance that we relate

You see? I’ve been working on like 3 a day
The sax, the degree then the heat to spray
You blow your own trumpet
I’m moving Miles Ahead, In A Silent Way
More than kinda true. leave you Kind of Blue
The kinda guy your girl is inclined to do
The kind to write a lot till the night is through
The kind to fire shots like a sniper. You?
Be inside the box.
I’m about to climb on top.
Take the key. Hide the lock.
Major things what I’mma rock.
Yo.

Whenever I start, I see the end.
As clever as half your team and ends.
Don’t tell me your graft is c.b.a
There’s never a chance that we relate


Yo. Let’s put a little bit more work in
Climb above desire till I find a higher purpose
The farther that I climb, the deeper I’m below the surface
Put the hearse inside a coffin when the microphone is working

I spit flows. Too many be slurping
It seems who served them’s more important than how potent the words is
That’s not a thrown I’m usurping
Give the gold crown to and old court clown
Then watch the whole town get burnt down to the cold damn ground in earnest

No! Gotta be them happy thoughts now
My puppy dog’s sat by my side. Straighten that furrow brow out
Or you’ll drown and out brown boy
Keep your head down brown boy
Become a doctor...
make mum and dad proud brown boy

Dear status quo,
I’m sorry that I hate you so
You gave my family food on the table and a place to grow
But I saw you in the news last week and you came across some racist ho
With makeshift exploding devices
A gun-toting license and like a...
Thousand and one ways to provoke my vices
To add to that, folks didn’t vote the way I like it
That might explain my writing
I’m caught between a rock and a place called silence
Uh. To outer-space I’m climbing

And though my aim is sublime I live one day at a time
The arrow of time’s indeed a fickle little lady
I know she’s got a litter of her fickle lady friends
Now I’m in a pickle. Which way should I let my nickels bend?

Maybe friends and fam
Pens and pads
Or trends and friendships that I convince myself I have
It seems so simple reading it back but so does ‘thou shall not kill’
But some of us do still
It’s like...