Verse 1 Jam Baxter So whos that guy about two grand in debt With a rank bank balance hes too prang to check Have a guess Errrm got it in one, shit The nuggetless wonder in this rudderless gun ship I was like fuck this, slash them at will Wait for the cabin lay claret to spill Nah, hows about we all eat some acid and chill I got a fresh new planet to build before morning Hoards of prawns warping, cosmonauts calling The ear splitting sound of the dogs at war brawling And barking and still snarling behind us Nice up the function, jump on the night bus You die once better make it a spectacle A golden swirl to the sky, two twisted tentacles Shit looks incredible, the grand master of merk grim spitter and words turn professional Verse 2 Verb T Man whats important Ive got a family that Im supporting So new garms I dont sport them Its three tees with old jeans I was transfixed by this music my whole teens All through my twenties I was making it Aiming for the rent I was just barely scraping it Just hit thirty, no savings Drowning in an overdraft skys look overcast Does that make me a bad father? Dont remark, I know the answer, I know its hard We brave the storm like Noahs Ark With the ink perform open heart surgery Heard the beat, grabbed the pen with the urgency First degree murder, I leave the page burgundy I followed my path and did it my way certainly All your shit talk aint concerning me Verse 3 Jam Baxter I guess I never saw it coming but bring a few bottles this sunsets stunning Still buzzing grating that sour zest, these bitter cowards get nothing He gave up, fuck him Its not worth discussing anymore, in this light machines look human with putrid windpipes Spit shine the shoes of an illusion, entwined in barb wire spirals The moon at midnight, the final Boarding call for all rejects, scramble for the gate yelling Me next! Me next! Thiefs get slashed and flying aint what it was Just bare crying babies in the air with a common cough Cross them off, failure of an engine Successful departure spare parts descending Shit what a sight but some stay grounded Salute the few, sit down or get counting Verse 4 Verb T We got love all over the UK and overseas We do it like nobody but wont be seen acting dumb shouting notice me Mould the beat to a sculpture see Whilst the vultures peak, staying hungry you aint feeding Its hard work T been putting in recently as ever Man Im trying to stay awake, managing I dare say So clear the airspace, please stay away God damn you fools smell like mascara and hairspray It all goes pear shaped, still face life smiling Taking setbacks in my stride and Im rising Live in the building, demonstrating why youve got to keep the club ventilated I mean the centigrade and Fahrenheit So keep the lemonade, now add a line
baxter, verb, rudderless, errrm, nuggetless