29/07/2026
Verse 1
You’re looking for a hazard, well you stumbled on a menace,
From the gutters to the gables, yeah I’m finished with the penance.
Like the rats in Alex, I’m a fixture in the picture,
In every sector, every crevice, I’m the center of the scripture.
The Flying Squad is frantic, they’re scouring the perimeter,
Searching for a culprit but my caliber is sinister.
I’m everywhere at once, from the cabs to the pavement,
A permanent inhabitant, a savage in enslavement.
My cadence is a virus, it’s spreading through the province,
Infecting every lyric with a lethal kind of dominance.
You’re festering in failure, I’m weathering the pressure,
Taking every scrap and then turning it to treasure.
I’m climbing up the trellis while you’re stuck beneath the floorboards,
Collecting all the spoils while you’re tripping over small wards.
The industry is starving, I’m the famine and the drought,
The only name worth mentioning that’s coming out your mouth.
I’m everywhere—the shadow and the shiver in your spine,
The unavoidable disaster that’s erasing every line.
From the gutters to the gables, yeah the infestation’s deep,
I’m the nightmare in the alley that is messing with your sleep.
I’m omnipresent, potent, and I’m patient with the blade,
Watching every clown and every counterfeit just fade.
So keep the rhythm on the pulse and the iron in my grip,
I’m the master of the mayhem and I’m never gonna slip.
