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The explosion of Silk Road fake MD from China 
Smut smears my pages and undignifies vaginas 
Let's talk in old money branded with our highness
Sceptical of digits that could spread a nasty virus
You know that bitch under the mattress shit
But papers useless when we're deforesting too blasted quick 
We reproduce like rabbits and give birth to these bastard kids
Monkey see, monkey do, we repeat just what the masters did
And now it's just one constant summer 
The baron desert streets all controlled by crazy gunners
The glare scorches your iris as you scavenge for new stunners
And rob a blind man of his Ray Bans because inflation is a fucker 
Each day's morally tasking as these narcissists are basking 
In an oasis spring feasting whilst the rest of us are fasting 
The states open for suggestions but those who go and ask them 
Get paraded through the streets before receiving vicious lashings 

It's ironic that the same people who try to teach you to be thoughtful 
Are the ones who criticise your dress sense and say that you look awful
That's some tough love fuckery, priests committing buggery
The definition of extortion lies right next to thuggery
Paint the town red with the blood of these slaughtered lambs
To celebrate that a rich man has taken your daughters hand
You celebrate that form of pimping
But never celebrate the middle men who do all your convincing
You watch the world burn like you fire proofed your thick skin
But didn't factor in the smoke nor the dioxide in your system 
Our father them man are not Christians 
They break bread with corporations and sneer at helpless victims
I once met an angel who had been baptised in a trap house
She was raised around the torturous sounds of OD's and cat shouts
One day a silver spooned teenager raped her on his dad's couch
But the lawyers crushed her law suit when she tried to call that brat out 

My mind wanders, rolling around in a clapped out Honda 
Costa coffee cost a fortune owing arms and legs to Wonga
Man said he was a dealer - mate you're fucking bonkers
You're the sediment of the food chain an Oompa Loompa to Willy Wonka
In the kitchen with that gas talk like someone left the cooker on
There was a rolled up note here 2 secs later I look it's gone
Thieving little scaly wags, back chatting pally slags
Walking talking virus' get squirted up with anti-bac 
Barry Scott with that Cillit Bang 
Rounding up your make shift troops like you was a minute man 
Those background yes man who only comment shit like "Innit fam"
I've seen the coolest of kid grow into such a timid man 
Agreement is some peoples only contribution
Get sold anything to a hustlers amusement 
Knocked down pegs as you argue with confusion 
They don't think about the words they say before they literally abuse them 


from Waste of Air LP, released December 22, 2017
Performed by Gimson
Lyrics written by S.Gimson
Produced by Gimson
Recorded by Twisted RootZ at his Nan's house
Mixed & mastered by Gimson at The Orchard
© Gimson 2017 / Crudely Cut Records 2017
℗ CD Baby Publishing 2017


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Gimson (pronounced Gym-Sun) is a Hip hop artist with a thick and distinctive West Country accent. The socially awkward 6 foot 4 inch rapper from Bath is a crude poet with a depth of imagination that is dark, cold and hard hitting. His raps are a social commentary consisting of heart breaking tales, dark humour and picturesque imagery. ... more

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