Tekst piosenki 'Meddling Loops' wykonawcy Rejjie Snow

Spit scabber, I'm harvesting green cannabis
And spittin' out saliva as yucky as green bandages
And scavaging and handling
Pretty fuckers I'm damaging
You rappers with charisma
As happy as saying I'm handsome
Munching the right arm of the dinosaur's phantom
Robbing the Jew's gold
I'm selling grills for the ransom
Sliced the mutation n'
Scar the bar with a rare liquor
Backstabbing the names of Malcolm X and cotton-pickers
I'm fucking posted
I'm stuck rapping to Moses
And the sins of good man
Chalk boarded in potions and lotions
A skeptical villain I killed Joseph
Rapping a track dirty like 2 priests in A brown cup
Still spitting the heat and the lava sweaty as armpits
Killing the Hill softly like Lauryn picking my toothpick
Wicked as 10 nuns in the pub sipping a Greek Scotch
Damaging you suckers like Christ twisting his dreadlocks
Dead lock, share-crop, cotton picker with no socks
Nike Air Max, balaclava matching the pink socks
Staring the judge in his fucking mug, I'm so goon
I spit these rhymes porky for the pigs to drink their coffee to
Cruising in the Beamer it's tinted dark as the black-jokes
Talking bout some niggas in the tree with a fat rope

Never smoked cannabis
Tuna pickle sandwiches
In the back with Rejjie 'n Shaq, I feel travel sick
Let the stack get a little rack if you counting it
Bitch behind the bar kinda hot she's a counterfeit
Now tell me how to write a fucking masterpiece
Skating all night kinda drunk so I'm half asleep
Marker pens dancing on my face you can laugh at me
Second hand smoke kinda logging up my arteries
Never spat a wrong word on a verse
You're not high it's just the herb and the dirt
Flyer than a robin I'm chirpsin the birds
I burnt a couple bridges that's the worst of my hurt
Used to be my nigga now he's moving kinda different
Wishing money weren't an issue but it's known as a curse
I'm an honest guy, I say what's on my mind
I laugh at your whims while they apologize

White wine in a teacup
Shallow liars in some deep love
Eyes of a dreamer
Like to be free see my minds kinda cleancut
Eyes on the prize
No my eyes on a pizza
Mellow fellow when I'm lighting the reefer
Cold like ice in a freezer
Write something tight hear it nice through the speaker
Wrote a poem and you thought it was a rap
But the truth is more important than the facts
Walking what I'm talking, no porkies on a track
Malice is the balance, mad erratic made the maddest bangers
Pass the pasta let the happy slap yeah I'm the maddest hatter
See my thoughts are kinda mad like
Sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me
So I'm a man of a few words
Man of a few true words but the truth hurts