Timeless

Timeless
Never learnt the national anthem
I'm quiet by Buck'em Palace
A silent Westminster Abbey
I copped a couple magnets
Elizabeth on a hankie
A London bus in some plastic
Souvenirs for the tourist
Remember my gift wrapping
But that don't mean jack
I feel a lack of belonging
So lemme grab my belongings
And search for what I be longing
For it's half four
Before the sun sets
I'm forcing the doors open
And riding this train wreck
One stop, hop off and step
Stroll till I'm out of breathe
So 30 seconds later I see where I find myself
In a town of surrounding tower blocks
Bricks in tonnes
Like my percentage trying to dunk
I ain't even 6"1
Soul planted
Safe in my Chucks
Canvas darker than my mother's color
Using the paints of these other brothers
Stenciling some Fresh prints
While I'm penciling to this Jazz
To Uncle Phil the silences
Sinuses clearing up
Sweating out
Niggas grilling me
Battle climate rising and I'm heating up lyrically
Mary's going round sun is out
Screams loud
Taking listeners for rides
So sick in their mouths
Got green like the park is the theme
I think I found
A home
That's the word
Not urban just the herb and flows
I network my bars take me far
The herds hear me clearly
Wordsworth my work is taking romantic turns
The corner of my panoramic
See the oxygen get metallic
High pressure body crafted like ceramic
And she leaning like italics
I'm thinking yo, I gotta have it...
The conversation is the night
It's just started
She tell me her special needs
But don't think she retarded
She carry katanas
Wear the armor
'Cause she don't want no bleeding mascara
Leaving her cheeks scarred
Got a strong foundation
Kinda complex complexion
Not too light not too dark
Consenting to inception
Dreaming of her on several levels
How she stand in them Vans
Mystic hips
Grabbing hands
Thick lips
I'm a fan
Now she laying down 'this is how you treat me...'
To her flaws I'm Stevie
Looking braille in her beanie
Feeling her how she mix it up
At times dressing like it's 1991
Which is cool 'cause my ink runs
Rhyming like this EP by Mecca and the Soul Brother
Smooth into me
Into her
Intimate
Fore we move into dust
She instigate
So I am not mistaken when I lean in for one
Know something
This where I should be
Yo, she the perfect verse over a tight beat...
A tight beat
Yeah this tight beat

LTtheMonk and Tom Misch man
Peace