Karma

Your bitch in the boot, I'm still in the booth, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth

Karma comes back round, and bitch thats the truth, so be cautious who you be fucking with dude

Lyrical crusader, innovative words, I speak truth, newspaper, certified paper-chaser

Stringing words together, call me Mr Maker, trying to stack my bread up, like I was the baker

What goes round comes back, swings and roundabouts, I'm about this rap life I shine in lyrical bouts

I'm calm and collected, no need to shout, because what I say is heard, and that's without doubt

Trust no-one is the motto, stacking like I won the Lotto, I stay true to myself, there is no-one I will follow

People can be nice on the outside, but you never know, if you look deeper you may find the inside is hollow

If I'm floating on shits creek, I only need myself and a paddle, 'cause no-one is trustworthy they all snakes, yeah they rattle

When you working on your hustle, your homies will go and tattle, leave you penned in, treating you like a cattle

But I bring the pen out, and I work on my craft, its me, my pen and I, I don't need any staff or anyone to watch my back

I got eyes in my head, 'cause the one's that you trusted will leave you for dead

Fear is stronger than love, so I don't love no-one, 'cause friends will claim they love you, until the time comes

For them to prove their loyalty, but that test they will fail, but I don't need anybody, because I know I will prevail