Squashed - Jam Baxter, Verb T

So who’s that guy about two grand in debt

With a rank bank balance he’s 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, how’s 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 what’s important

I’ve got a family that I’m supporting

So new garms I don’t sport them

It’s 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 sky’s look overcast

Does that make me a bad father?

Don’t remark, I know the answer, I know it’s hard

We brave the storm like Noah’s 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 ain’t 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

It’s 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!

Thief’s get slashed and flying ain’t 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 won’t be seen acting dumb shouting 'notice me'

Mould the beat to a sculpture see

Whilst the vultures peak, staying hungry you ain’t feeding

It’s hard work T been putting in recently as ever

Man I’m 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 I’m rising

Live in the building, demonstrating why you’ve got to keep the club ventilated

I mean the centigrade and Fahrenheit

So keep the lemonade, now add a line