Find Me - Ramson Badbonez, DJ Fingerfood

In the grimey hostile hand-to-mouth environment

Every day and every night especially insightful

So I act different, plans are written with transition

Flopped your occupation, cus Badbonez is my ambition

Keep your distance from me, at least ten feet

When MCs bragging that their pens bleed, please don’t tempt me

Your performance is over like Tommy Cooper’s

Dying live on stage, no trace of comedy bloopers

Blocks of Buddha, chock up blunt wraps, hash muffins

Crack buds are freshest, then I commence the scab plucking

And these quitters won’t stop playing roles of self-fellatio

And bit their own cocks, bottom-feeders of this modern age pyramid

Commonest bitch, with no authority to spit

In the honoured face of the ancient Sphinx

You can find me, every day, every night, every where

Any where, whatever the weather, yeah

So try to find me, the non-bionic symbolic bubonic

Plague of chimpanzee rage demonic psychotic

Ebonics, college attenders lyrical economics

Head nodding, neurotic, harmonic, Hypnodic

Keep your distance from me at least ten feet

When MCs bragging that their pens bleed, please don’t tempt me

I’ll urinate in your lemonade

They let me out the cage onto stage

Bolting electro-magnetic waves

Endless chains of unseen forces

Better take your safety wear to run these gauntlets

Shut the fuck, please cork it

Can’t stand to see your lips pucker

Rumbling Rush Hour with Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker

Drink the brew of these roots and hear the spirits talk to you

About all the moves fulfilling what you ought to do

Sink the brew, and sing the blues

Sprinkle something wicked in the zoot

While biting my nails from Fingerfood