Nature - Gods Of Law

"We dual constantly between the conflicting emotions wrung from expressing our enthusiasm for life, and capitulating to the dire ramifications of growing despondency given our keen awareness that we are operating under a death sentence. We begin in earnest and gladness, but we must be ever vigilant to avoid unravelling in despondency and madness." ⁣‘Gods of Law‘ Lyrics Did you miss me? Well I missed you I‘m talkin to you too Lati I have five things to say Never Forget Who You Are It‘s always one thing or another, a thousand freakin Problems got me feeling like a nutter Sick of being frozen with nuthin in the cupboard Sick of just livin on bread and butter Masen (Lincish for Myself) All I ever do is hover Grown men, don‘t go runnin to their Mother, Whenever their plans for world domination suffer, They just make another and another and one other, Rest then, Like the deepest summer, Winter I take a content slumber, Wake up, head poundin like a plumber, Look in the mirror shudder shudder! Think I‘ll need about another season to Recover, going by the numbers, soon Ill be Discovered, set back I struggle and I wonder, Am I going under, Free based falling as in jumper, Not yet! Not yet! I‘m higher than the Hubble, Steering by the stars not the rudder, Shut up Cuddle Cutters, Hear the Brap of thunder, All I do is mumble All I do is murder, Caribbean London pirates, Seeking plunder, Can I get a thumbs up, As I get numb and number, As I stalk through the jungle, Like a Hunter, ‘Nature‘ Never runnin outa lumber, Truthspit wit everything I utter, This bish-so-delish it‘s fit fo supper, Which echelon now? Gotta be the upper, Better bow down, cause This is my first clubber, For ‘Indre Laughing-Skater, And ‘Tucky Tucka, Me and ‘Drizzla‘ gonna cause, Some trouble, when we go and Bomb them double, When you comin to see me? Come to my show, It depends on how I‘m feeling How should I know Am runnin outa beanies, My ‘Moby Dick‘ sized brain, Can‘t contain all this pain now, I feel like ‘Kurt Cobain‘ Hear how I blow 3 harpoons in my back And I‘m back to attack, With two sharks in my flippers, I‘ll slap you back to Cornwall, Soz I can‘t be chippa, May come across all glibba, As I go Brapa Britta, My real motifs are hidden, If they knew what I was gonna do, They‘d throw my ass in prison, Thought-Crime is an issue, Violence to violins my mission, With syndicate precision, I make my first incision, Into their stupid system, I can‘t be good I‘m wicked, Born, Broken so i‘m different, Designated hitters sent to burn me, In a house of Wicka, bit like a spam Fritter, just for spittin bigger, with Their 16 broken Clippers, Brap! Brap! I make them reconsider Gotta Dead Man‘s Trigger Try your shit again and I‘ll Transmit her Even though, I aint gotta job, I aint gotta dog, I aint gotta blog I aint gotta cause, I aint gotta mob, De-valued as a thug, Monetary Income, That‘s all a man is worth (Hook) ‘Who makes all these rules up? Some Gods Of Law? Will I followI don‘t think so, I don‘t think so, I don‘t think so‘ (Outro) ‘Metawar! Good God ! What is it good for? Ending all you nutters, Play it again‘?