The Palmist (feat. Effy)

Let this one sink in 'Cos i put my ink Into this wrinkle In the crisp whites of your life But I'm not taking a knife I'm not losing my wife No I'm not losing my mind again Syke I'm messing I'm still mud wrestling with my pen Just a repeat offender Still doing it again May the muses give their blessings Here's a message Small confession Don't take umbrage Pay attention Here's a lesson  Shani when you play with your words The ink can bleed and it hurts I think the healing I'm feeling Is fleeting and its absurd Shani when you play with your words Its like you play with the world And babe for better or worse I think they should be concerned Oh yeah Gather round kids Gotta tell you all about this story That my grandpa told me Listen closely There was a glorious King A long time ago Who really wanted to know What the future foretold So he called attention Get the nobles here I need suggestions Got these tensions Get the court in congregation Marshall mongrels of the nation At their station Fetch 'em fresh for the session I need prognostication Aides awaited Ministers debated Though they hate their leader These eager beaver readers of tea leaves Evil people hiding meat cleavers in their sleeves 'Ello sir It's the Jester I got no respect I may jest But lest we forget the truth Let's say the sooth Instead in jest And get the best Palm reader See I stay bowed down But jokers have clout Cos a fool with a cap Can convince the crown I even got a coupon to get TWO on BOGOF Finish all the talkin' fellas Finna find two fortune tellers Ye ain't Kanye Jesus You can get out Now leave us Shani when you play with your words The ink can bleed and it hurts I think the healing I'm feeling Is fleeting and it's absurd Shani when you play with your words It's like you play with the world And babe for better or worse I think they should be concerned I scry with my Lil' eye Said the one known to always tell the truth Blood in the lines I see your family will Die before you No crew left to cry No kith no heirs To light a funeral pyre for you Look at the bright side All their frequent flier miles for you Come here Lil' scryer Call me sire My kith, my kin, my guys Got pliers Tire irons 45s FIRE We boil alive in oil boy Maybe I gotta get a shallow fry for you Boo hoo Zed's dead Who knew Now Fred on the other hand Never lied to another man Just his wife, mistress, sidechick and Fleshlight The long lines show Grave delays, slow days Old age, bone pain And the cocaine So says You're gonna have a long life my lord Pop the dom all night or golf To the fag end of the back nine I saw No longer lived a king or queen Who hit the green before Methusalah Ah true playa Soothsayer Your words are sweet to my ear and soul With your words, I live To you, I give here Gold Story now ends But the lesson begins Zed's dead Fred's living For sayin' the same thing Shani when you play with your words It's like a gift and a curse When I'm feeling the meaning It's something I can't return Shani when you play with your words The ink can bleed and it hurts I think the healing I'm feeling is fleeting And it's absurd Shani when you play with your words It's like you play with the world And babe for better or worse I think they should be concerned Shani when you play with your words It's like you play with the world And babe for better or worse I think they should be concerned Right kids The secret you see To being Fred Is using words with Tact and diplomacy Listen to me Call me the messenger The jester Cunning linguist Tongue twisted repeat offender Or a modern day Kissinger Dip-lomacy Ship-lomacy Honeyed tongues making bad news so sa-weet So re-write Seek a mic Speak right Delight Speak on up Speak now Times up Peace out