The Last Skeptik - Another One lyrics

(Skeptik, you filthy ba*tard) [Verse 1: Nico Lindsay] Listen, times getting hard, but the game keep k**ing From young, had deep visions, just couldn't deliver Seek winnings, old friends livid, hissing Left man out, come feeding like a line was bitten How dare you up and move on, what's done is done Celebration's now pa**ed so run with the word, trust, I'm numb Four fingers and a thumb clutched together Hold heather in your f**ing gum, waiting with it, punchline Break a lyric, touch and bun, cheeky like I touched Your bird's bum and then got the numb, lungs full of weed smoke Codename Lin, short for Lindsay, and first name Nico Deep lines and I try provide a neat flow I see those, whoring for attention but they mean gold MCs like shottas, building lines for a reload But no prof, just known loss if discrete and slow with it Gotta show face and try to grow with it [Hook: Nico Lindsay] Just another one, just another one Track getting spun, bun with saliva from the tongue Just another one, just another one Riddim run, lyric hot, competition? There ain't none Just another one, just another one Track getting spun, bun with saliva from the tongue Just another one, just another one Riddim run, lyric hot, competition? There ain't none [Verse 2: Trim] Guess who turned out stinking of sh** With a shank for MCs that claim they were strapped with a thing? That wasn't it, no, wait, that wasn't it I'm Poseidon, creating a monsoon, just to paddle in these poems I've been drowning 'em in Manure, in the same sh** that they've been finding me in Got 'em gaming with thrones like us gods care who's crowning 'em kings Let it go, let it go, but let's not go round the ting Cuh we don't need man to vouch for the ting And have our backs like we had theirs Before this circus tried to clown on the Sith And douse the flames I throw without having to breathe, I'm such a myth Opaque thoughts around transparent youts Will have 'em snaking your dreams, I can't choose Between our art form Or are all these characters make-believe? [Hook: Nico Lindsay] Just another one, just another one Track getting spun, bun with saliva from the tongue Just another one, just another one Riddim run, lyric hot, competition? There ain't none Just another one, just another one Track getting spun, bun with saliva from the tongue Just another one, just another one Riddim run, lyric hot, competition? There ain't none [Outro] There ain't none There ain't none There ain't none