Fingers
[Verse 1 - Chester P]
Witch doc, shaking my stick, whiskered trick ops
Split minds, splitting myself, like amoeba cells
I'm sitting in Hell, like a infidel
Ducking infrared, similar to Splinter Cell
In a shell yeah? my life's like a hurricane
I'm a freak storm blizzard on a summer's day
I bring war to the God's like Loki
Raps Moriarty, the legendary high chief
Half dead half alive from the dark side
I feel like Poseidon on the last tide
Tilt the axis filled with a killer prowess
In the archives studying to fight the powers
Twisted guidancе, buying Mother Earth a orchid
Moon children, stuck on Earth like orphans
And of coursе I'm as real as my life is
I'm just as real as this death that I dice with
And I'm trapped in a mind state lately
Fly by spacey, high like Dick Tracy
My memories are hazy, suttin' like a daydream
Tight belt, spells in the bag looking tasty
I rock mic's and make it look easy
New book my latest reads'll leaf us leavey
New look, change of clothes and then appearance
Self made, mummy did well as a parent
Hell bent paying this rent and different taxes
Income 70% of it's madness, faithless
Ain't got no heart in the system
The million that marched and ain't nobody that listens
[Verse 2 - Farma G]
Ey yo there's beef in the manor blud
We're trying hard like fuck it, I ain't Scarface
My space invaded by crack fiend's and car thief's
My peep's tryna eat like even little chief's saw gat's out
Walking around with their slacks down
Hard face and no vision
My neighbourhood's feeling the friction
I'm from the 'Bury where we cotch on the corner
Where we rep for the Gunners and we live for the summer
I'm watching shottaz tryna eat other shottaz
And them shottaz big brother's tryna kill one another
'Cause the heat gets hotter for the plotters and coppers
Or undercover in the running tryna see what you're bunnin'
What community? what scheme? In the net curtains
Is making any difference to the danger that's lurking
Yout's want your shoes your rings and your gold tooth
You're lying to yourself, if you ain't see the truth
Junkyard, guns blaze and won't discriminate the law of the land
The streets ain't safe this is melt down
This ain't the old days, yout's don't know how the fuck to behave

[Hook]
To my cousins in the struggle all across the land
Hold down three fingers and raise ya hand
So just raise your hand
Hold down three fingers and raise ya hand
To my cousins in the struggle all across this land
Hold down three fingers and raise ya hand
Just raise your hand
Hold down three fingers and raise ya hand

To my cousins in the struggle all across this land
Hold down three fingers and raise ya hand
Just raise your hand
Hold down three fingers and raise ya hand

To my cousins in the struggle all across the land
Hold down three fingers and raise ya hand
Just raise your hand
Hold down three fingers and raise ya hands