No money on my mind, let me flow, listen to my story
Like a king with his prime I'm ready to rewrite histroy
With a mic in my hand, heart on my sleeve
Listen to these words as I play with this beat, eh
Listen let me tell you something


Running, running, running, running, man, look at me running
And I'm smoking out the stove, man, look at me burning 
And I've been coming under pressure, 
Coupled with a lotta censure,
Welcome to the mind of Sensei, man, look at it turning, 
I've been living my life in the slow lane
I've been giving into strife for the growth pains
Lack of confidence and malice 
Ate away competence and balance
Got away consciousness and guidance and I grew pale 
Never thought that I'd be here losing some of the bros
Naked hatred from my peers closes some of the doors


Nipishe Njia,
Its a bird, its a plane, No No
It's just a game,
We all in the mood

Ayo, who flows better than this 
I'm fighting guns with my fists 
My music healing the sick 
And yeah I'm top of the pick 
And yeah I know I'm a freak
Another song in the mix 
My second one in two weeks 
I'm getting down with my biz
I'm getting down on my knees 
And praying for my release 
Hamdullilah when I sneeze 
And yeah It is what it is 
Mamen I'm making my peace 
Making the most with the least
Making it grow like a cyst
This for my bro and my sis
I'm crawling out of the pits 
While huffing puffing a spliff
And hopping off of the cliff
I'm hoping for some relief
Eloping from all of the grief
And groping on self belief 
And getting a bit of epiphany


Will you remember me for good or for my infamy?
I don't know whether you may groove to this my symphony 
And even not, my bag is packed 
My scope is dope my target's marked 
My words on tracks
Growing out of this rap infancy

Will you remember me for good or for my infamy?
I don't know whether you may groove to this my symphony 
And even not, my bag is packed 
My scope is dope my target's marked 
My words on tracks
Growing out of this rap infancy


No money on my mind, let me flow, listen hear my story
Like a king with his prime I'm ready to rewrite history
With a mic in my hand, heart on my sleeve
Listen to these words as I play with this beat, eh
Listen let me tell you something

I'm dipping and slipping
Slip slipping and dipping
Scheming these lyrics
Snip snipping these feelings
Till the appealing peeling till they are appeasing demons insisting on slitting my wrists

I'm dipping and slipping
Slip slipping and dipping
Scheming these lyrics
Snip snipping these feelings
Till the appealing peeling till they are appeasing demons insisting on slitting my wrists

I got six shots to being a drunk
Five shots to being skunk
Four shots at being stylish
Three times I missed the mark
Two shots is all I got
To that one shot at being a star

Oh mum what should I do

Shoulda coulda woulda
Maybe grab me a kuma
Shoulda coulda woulda
Maybe grab me a hudda
Shoulda coulda woulda
I'll probably die ki barracuda
Shoulda coulda woulda
The things we do for the mulla

Nipishe Njia,
Its a bird, its a plane, No No
It's just a game,
We all in the mood

Nipishe Njia,
Its a bird, its a plane, No No
It's just a game,
We all in the mood