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venting freestyle - inspeckta veg lyrics

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you better say something different
other than beat that b-tch
what would you say?
dunk that hoe

i’m like martin or malcolm
i promote peace like bob
and i speak the truth
i’m not hard i’m soft like mousse
tell the gun man “put your gun down and eat some fruit”
and it gets me the hardest?
i eat asparagus and ???
i don’t really f-ck with parsnips
i used to drink evian back in the day
but now it’s straight up volvic

when the truth unfolds
they’ll be no ham sandwiches
and no toad in the hole
i make music so everybody knows me
???
don’t sell no sausage rolls
it was the truth that set me free
for the last 5 years i ain’t looked at the tv screen
no wants, no needs
conscious, so i don’t eat roundtrees sweets with gelatin
i don’t wanna see my homie
order pizza with pepperoni
honestly, i don’t wanna see
none of my family or my bredrins eating donner meat

yo, avocado for starters
no frankfurters, no chipolatas
spinach, olives, lettuce, cuc-mber, tomatoes

f-ck 5 a day, i’ll eat 10 a day
i can’t stop writing
i can’t put my pen away
wake up in the morning alkaline food
walk straight to the park then i meditate

i’m spiritual
i don’t watch television
and i don’t really talk on phones
i meditate and drink herbal tea
and read books you might see me rolling deep in waterstones

no sausages, broccoli
and we don’t eat hybrid carrots
you might see me in holland and barretts
we’re vegetarian blud and we all eat salad

put your bacon down, steamers up
?chia seed, aniseed in my cup
no wheat, no milk, no egg, no cheese in my guts, like
‘cuff these kids and arrest ’em, cage ’em
but they love smith and weston when he made ’em
nah, i can’t beat ’em so i expose them
’cause i want this out in the open

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you better say something different
other than beat that b-tch
what would you say?
dunk that hoe

they sold us death in a box
they knew that smoking k!lls
and they sold us religion
’cause they knew that religion would pay the bills
not the problem
i’m the solution
f-ck the guys with the wigs on
they can’t send me to no inst-tution
see me, i’m on a serious movement, peace like

i don’t believe in god
i don’t believe in allah
i believe in weed and reggae
but i don’t believe in jah

i don’t believe in him
i believe in me
i can change my reality
you can change yours

listen to me i care they don’t
they’re f-cking the planet on all fours
they sold us guns, drugs, cigarettes, disease, religion
blew up the towers, sent to the soldiers to irag
then sold us lasagna with horses in ’em
and it went too far
miley cirus was a par
they gave us ?
? f-cked up
they’re still looking to blow on syria

don’t talk to me about god
’cause that sh-t p-sses me off round here
with your bible trying read man stories
hyping with your cross
blasphemy, that’s what ? does
blasphemy, it doesn’t get any love
blasphemy, that’s necessary
?? can meditate in peace

remember when you were a kid
you were scared of the absence of the lie
didn’t wanna be alone in the dark
with the devil inside
your god put the devil in me
and he turned his back and he don’t wanna help
so i’m christian basher
don’t come and try and pray around me
you better pray by yourself, cor

god, what you doing up there
pull your finger out mate
you need to come down
’cause the worlds going up in smoke
we’re suffering, we need a hand
you were scared of the truth
you were raised on fear and lies
?
you believe that man was made by god
but god was made by man

these birdseye baby mums
don’t deserve these buggies
they make me sick
’cause they go get a whole weeks shopping in iceland
for like twenty-five quid
fizzy sweets and chocolate
no fresh fruit herbs, or veg
just processed meals all packed in boxes

these my birdseye b-tches
dirty skirting boards, dirty ovens
and dirty fridges
no long ting beans on the hob
straight in the oven for fiftheen minutes

birdseye mums, raising birdseye daughters and birdseye sons
the only time you eat fish is when you eat fish fingers
you don’t eat fish without breadcrumbs
these birdseye baby mums don’t like cooking

- inspeckta veg lyrics

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