TRACK TWO
EVERY BIRTH, A DEATH [Prod. Leaf Dog]

Sativa raw,
He was bleating on the eve of war, either/or greeting the receiver of a sea of lore,
He was eating off a diva as the season wore, he adored demons that were creeping in his evil jaw,
He’s the amnesia that was fleeting from her features, for bleeding like a creature was her teacher in this fevered war,
She preaches dreamless in the fever that he seemed to score, reaching for the easel for her sequel as the needle poured

Hard but you ain’t,
He would go hard in the paint for the martyr with shards of a saint,
Barter constraint for a starter, the smarter would feint in the laughter that’s charts his restraint,
Carting the chains of a charter with art in his veins, he’d depart as a grafter in pain,
After the rains of his crafting had passed and decayed, he was masked in the past he conveyed

Every birth, a death,
He was squirming as a vermin in his flesh, he was burning with the burden in the sesh,
Yearning to be less, he was stirring his disturbances afresh with the sterling he was hurling in this mess

Every birth, a death,
He was squirming as a vermin in his flesh, he was burning with the burden in the sesh,
Yearning to be less, he was stirring his disturbances afresh with the sterling he was hurling in this mess

[Harvs Le Toad]
So we staggered back at midnight
Got battered in a fist fight

Backchatting on the packet, like he’s wammer than the big guy

His fins shine, slings his limbs in a pig sty

Peers show no tears, claim they ‘aint with him when he’s inside
They’ve been nice, but since the hindrance he’s been like,

Stop it, ain’t gotta be Einstein to clock it

See, he don’t know no Mai Thai or boxing

But somehow these heads are still frightened to watch him

We’ve lost him, that’s what his mother and his father said

Maybe getting jumped was the alarm that karmas after him

He’s musical, didn’t make the music though as usual

Delusional, one too many bugles in the cubical

His cuticles, nibbled down to drawing blood, ain’t beautiful

But duty calls, so excuse him whilst he lose it all


Guess duty calls, so excuse him whilst he lose it all

Every birth, a death,
He was squirming as a vermin in his flesh, he was burning with the burden in the sesh,
Yearning to be less, he was stirring his disturbances afresh with the sterling he was hurling in this mess

Every birth, a death,
He was squirming as a vermin in his flesh, he was burning with the burden in the sesh,
Yearning to be less, he was stirring his disturbances afresh with the sterling he was hurling in this mess

[Vitamin G]
See he had it all,
Bad at school but he’s flashy cool

Enamour bad, yats he pulled, talent with the ball

A natural, matter of fact he could have been national

To paraphrase he had a passion til he smashed into the wall

Not a clash at all, erratic talk and packet snort

Drastic actions made it that I couldn’t catch the ball

Dabbling in this and that til collapsing called

He had a lot of cash from his dad but that was gamble-able

He couldn’t hack the thought of losing but he did

So back to two things:

Exactly, racking up and boozing

Till that weren’t enough

He’d drag and chase his smack and end up shooting

He shot up this quick all of the sudden must be juicing

Doubled up his drug abuse, muscles looking too big

Doesn’t mean he’s not been upper-cutted for some loose lip

Lost his head now he’s on the steds
Lucky he’s not in bed
His mum flushed his meds when she clocked the feds

Every birth, a death,
He was squirming as a vermin in his flesh, he was burning with the burden in the sesh,
Yearning to be less, he was stirring his disturbances afresh with the sterling he was hurling in this mess

Every birth, a death,
He was squirming as a vermin in his flesh, he was burning with the burden in the sesh,
Yearning to be less, he was stirring his disturbances afresh with the sterling he was hurling in this mess