the day was dark and was passed 5 o'clock when heard laughs creeping from the quay
I turned my head and his eyes were lead as they met mine
he found the time to close the gap on me

he said can you play and I said hey would I carry my guitar mate all this way
$#&@ off and see dont waste my day
dont waste my day


I played guitar with a rapper on the street we played for hours
and we're yet again to meet

well I played the music and he rapped along
when the only thing forgotten was lyrics and the song
was the lyrics and the song


then we stopped because I dropped another line of what i've got
and it was hot and he was not unlike my mothers stovetop

and then he dropped and then he sprayed his %#@! for days afraid elated
on the basis of his flowing he sings songs of knowing
we rapped until the morning yeh


it was then he took a breath and fill up his chest
no lyrics were a twinkling

a rhyme with no thinking a true rap achievement hip hop conceiving
looked down at my hand and my fingers were bleeding