Stoop Season - Nico Lindsay, The Last Skeptik, Trim

Hey, yo, channeling my energy, telepathy

Seeing how my past words made me log in to see the present me

Inspired by the essence that will never leave

Young in the night, flavour of the old school, word to Beverly

In school they promote to us to get a dream but after school

Part time in retail ain’t enough for you to get it clean

Dirty visions like spreading cream

But not set start getting cream, mean

Faces looking when I drop a verse

Like I rolled on home turf, popped, body dropped and I drove the hearse

Life was always fucked but as your new addition in

You feel it’s gotten worse

You’re old enough to research and clock the Earth

Too busy clocking games

So money in the house is low and think of ways to get a gain

Apply too much pressure and you get a strain

AKA a stretch getting tense, everyting is flames

Yo, yo, the pillow talking, they want me

To take it all lying down like Rupert Saunders

They’re writing my postmortem, I’m being slept on

Before they’ve even seen any signs of rigamortis

But good morning, I’m morbidly obese with it

I’ve made my bed and currently looking for girls with some team spirit

The dream’s vivid, who else could make this silence awkward

While waking up on the wrong side of the ceiling?

Diluting this water with some blood to add some feeling

It’s the E14 guy, back with an East lyric

Swearing blind that most of these MCs

Have only ever-ever, ever-ever been gimmicks

Man are still going Popeye

They ain’t even seen spinach

And I know my little cousin’s got this still

I’m finished

A dark scary tone with a short brown stereo

Personified as I blast waves into your air, we go

Staring so emotionless, composed but ferocious

Rhythm like a cannibal, hovering over souls

I piss out, I’m feeling lighter

I give illusion to trust you, colours shining brighter

Let me see if I like ya

If it’s real, then time for each three like a Lyca

But if I don’t time’s money and I’m waving goodbye, cuz

Raised in the North, LDN friends, keep a few

Everybody wants from you but they don’t want you to do

They want you to don’t unless the ting can help you improve

And even if do, it’s strange cause underneath you

Nobody wants to be the king’s sideman, they want the crown

So even though they seem cool, it’s only cool for now

Until the time’s right to turn and take off a head

So when the time comes, awareness raised, now defend

Just another one, just another one, uh

Another one, just another one, uh

Another one, just another one, uh

Another one, just another one, uh