Verse 1

Aaaaaaaahhhhh, fuck it, you got me started, although I never intended it,
I ripped this apart from the start, before I mended it, ended it, ended it, yes but only at the ending,
the style that I’m suspending’s like the money that I’m spending,
Blending styles, rhymes, patterns and skills, that do more than pay the bills,
they get me ever sweet record deals,
I gots the feels plus the ever for the flavour, that I savour, what I gave you,
was a step above the braver, and this groove was made to the specifications of the saviour,
DJ Sheik, programs the beats, so that my style never waivers,
If you want to do me favours, then back the fuck up off me, because although the groove moves
softly, I have never been a softy, the featherweight that’s lofty, six foot dead,
and I put heads to bed if I have to, but first like Blade, I works like a slave,
to become the fucking master, I cast the first stone if it’s required,
but I cannot be hired or bought or even caught short, that shit is tired,
I’m wired to the maximum, on tracks I can’t relax ‘cos I’m, significant, magnificent, could never be
took, shook, or handcuffed like a crook or a roughneck, because I get respect,
that I must collect like a pay cheque, but wait yet, ‘cos forth from the shadows I must beckon,
and yes talking about damage I know some of them don’t reckon,
But believe me because I’m a fuck you up in a second,
I’m wrecking, I’m wrecking, I’m, wrecking all that’s wreckable, but once it’s wrecked I rebuild with the
skills that are collectable, detectable only in the better man, and never in the lesser man,
I’ve told you before about the upper hand, understand, facts foregone by the falsehood,
but maybe I do good, by speaking what I should, by speaking what I could and have done,
So don’t fight the featherweight, or you’ll catch a fucking bad one...

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“Don’t Fight the Featherweight”

Verse 2

It’s just another case of the hard rhymers, versus the part timers, or maybe the majors versus the minors,
and I can rewind this to find this, listen to it with a fineness, because the wisdom is timeless,
and I miss the point, only when it is like missable, evidence inadmissible, your weakness is
dismissible, and typical of attitudes rebellious, you think you are compelling us, to do as you do,
but I am telling this, the felonous behaviour is non – productive, simply destructive, and remember
that I’m nothing to be fucked with, so uplift, the negative mentality from the centrality, and so swiftly,
we get back to reality, in actuality, the architects and engineers are building piers to erase fears and
wipe clean tears, here’s another penny for your thoughts, if we’d have controlled the whole,
would the soul have been stolen or bought, I thought so, and so I taught so, and never got caught so,
I had escaped from the law so, I show myself as the man that could slam a jam ah,
But I still carry a baseball bat and I can still flex my grammar, I am the,
One who might not look like much, but I’m still too much for you to touch,
so get your hands off and such, and so on, I could go on giving you bait to take but wait,
don’t fight the featherweight...

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“Don’t Fight the Featherweight”

Verse 3

So let the featherweight continue, as soon as I’ve been through, the crates in which we keep the
breaks that we dig through, I sting you with a style that’s unstoppable, undroppable,
most probable and logical, topical and matter at hand are still the same,
yet I refuse to take the blame for the pain of a situation insane, pursue me in vain,
refrain from the impractical and always choose the tactical,
Approach to a featherweight that hates the debates of snakes and states... yet sits and
waits... for their mistakes are to fight featherweights...

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