New Script

Everybody look for the exits

Life right now is so hectic

Use to go gym and go flex it

Lockdown came, we bingeing on Netflix

Can’t even party no more, that’s a smack to the jaw

Staying at home is a bore

I don’t know about you,

But I got a zillion things to do, OYYY!

Went to the shops it was local,

The distancing it was social

Just one question to ask, security said

So, where’s your face mask?

Had to think fast

None of this stuff do I trust

Need to discuss, is it them, Is it us?

Everything’s been flipped

They want us reading from a new script

What?

I see some lose it, eye for an eye

Head to the shops, to what? Panic buy

Don’t know why? The pandemics got em all high

Making us feel we gone die

Reach for the hand sanitizer

All employees, Supervisor

The mic’s how I do my job

But now im’a leave it battered, like chip shop cod

Speaking of jobs u can’t flip my squad

Oh my god 2 peas in a pod

Got no time for panicking

Keeping it moving

We can’t stand still like a mannequin

Why does it hurt every time?

Putting on a rave, 10-grand fine

Trip to the high rd

Stand in line

My brains been working overtime

Nuff of my peeps been furloughed

Luckily cause it could’ve been worst though

In the music game we all cussing

They don’t like us, so we get nothing

This one’s back on the map, full verbal attack

Large in the manor, who Dat?

Never forget the foundations

Another day, same situations

Bare provocation

They calling us woke

Just cause we saw something wrong and we spoke

Next, went and threw something new in the mix

You can no longer meet, in groups more than 6

Blamed it on Covid

The pot was hot, it had no lid

Situation Explosive

Sit up and take notice,

5am when I wrote this

I write bars in the attic,

Automatic, so now feel the panic,

Can’t stand it, I’m in lockdown mode,

Prepare for the next episode

The fight to survive is live, I’m in it

Got me a plan to stand, Go win it

Can’t wing it; Got too much to lose

Feeling like worn out shoes, I’m busted

Covid’s got me disgusted

Any excuse, dem manz are gonna rush this

Send for the martial law,

Under curfew like back in a war

You Know the score, when things GET bleak

Analyse everything don’t be a sheep

Times like these we need to dig deep

The truth go seek, every day of the week,

Mass Confusion & Fear

It’s used in abundance now it’s quite clear

But they getting it twisted this year,

On a mission like 007 I fear.

666 the mark of the beast

Splash holy water, send for da priest

Some say its time to prepare

Without a doubt, there’s something in the air