I went from...
Wall Street to Andalucia's heat,
From San Diego palm trees to Brighton beach breeze,
There ain't no place like home- call me Dorothy,
You clickin' on your heels,
Gettin' down to this polished beat.
You could say that it's a change in policy;
Rap reminiscing like a kid so honestly.
You'd be surprised if you heard my first LP,
But I couldn't stay depressed forever (somebody helped me!)
My soul's a contented buffalo,
I roll with the flows, keep it real, had enough of those,
Fake musicians, so snobby with your upper-nose
Stuck in the sky; musical elitist.
Middle-finger up in your eye- you're a defeatist,
Tellin' me about cliche's and "what I should say"!!?
Step out my way, gerbil face, you forgotten,
My whole style is fresh, I do it for the down-trodden.
Leave you inspired like a trip to the Tate Modern,
You know I do it cos I love it- that I solemnly swear,
So King Charles, get your hands in the air,
Let's start a new UK without commercialism,
If you speakin' the truth, then every word I listen,
I'm like a bird, fly high, or a man gone fishin', sittin'
Remenisce, and fill my vision with the wisdom,
Play my tracks real loud for your system... . .

I'm just a little kid lost in the flowers & trees,
I'm tryin to scrape a little moss from the powers that be,
I'm tryin to be my own man independently,
I'm gonna make a little money if it's meant to be.
But otherwise; hip-hop is helping me,
I got a sunshine-mind, shine mentally,
From down South to the North where the Shetlands be,
I spit words full of love for this entity...
Make Islamic-art, do it frequently,
An outcast like no-other on my frequency,
I had a childhood complex secretly,
But I'm a grown-arse man jus' recently....

Oh when I go home, where I want to be.
Pick me up, and turn me round, and turn me round and round and round.
I feel young!
Guess I must be, guess i must be, guess i must be havin' fun.
Oh when I go home,
Where I want to be ,
Pick me up, and turn me round, and turn me round and round and round..
I feel young... I feel young! I feel young
(You can't touch me when I feel like this, so I don't care if you ain't feelin' my lyrics!)

Yoshi Yoshi, in the house and I'm signing out... In the house and I'm signin' out. . . . .......

Peace!