.:

u keep the money. what I want is change
for sure I torch a range rover. its war - game over
credit zero. don' try and be a hero
you aint die hard or de niro
you a dud. vanilli. fakin it.
blud. if they making it we taking it
buds k rack meth & pingers.
not with your fingers, use the slurpee straw
wipe the pipe or catch a herpes sore
next batch shits on the one before
its all howdy fuck the law
so what if i keep the studio cloudy.
if you dont like it get the fuck out
before this here rude boy bruckout
duck hunt stagga taggin all you fakefuck facebook iphone clones
not to brag, but stag an old school crook
who took his bit so hold the mic tight
or I might just snatch it
im a batshit hiphop vampire
but not a biter, never bought
truth. this is a disease that i
caught as a youth in the 80's
now stagga walks the streets so much his feet swell,
and stay broke like a dodgy fridge that makes your meat smell

- skope out this crew who hype on hoops
chigung and scraperbikes
Stay grindin, spit out rhymes, on beats
we made, who gettin paid? penny counters
now sleep is for the dead
i just got out of bed
 the paper said 'download this update'
too late landlord said i lost my pad
& I dont want an I pad3
 pedal mad far free gaylords
and ladies figure 8ing down broadway
on spray candy coat bikes, cars are hating,
fated to be slated scrap and so the
players get played, arzcrac day paradexxxxxxzs
trade unions decayed, bank glitch pay delayed,
truth is, city youth been seeing daily drug trade
switch it up spit swords, girl get up - hit record
or hit the floor stagga for the 2204 set
raw to the net.
if the moneys comin later
least the pussy comin wet

Dub what? Sub woofer drops
Snuff squad got the analog what
start cop dogs barkin bout worms
 worn black books subversive verse
check the blog. chirp chirp me
when you surface. stuff it in brown
paper bag Motherfucka who else u know
what take a bloodclaat drag pon
the dread bomb dagga, kingsize like
zigzags, rip fat tags that drippin,
never take stagga with the red eyes
for a hippie. you trippin. recognise.
tuffer man try holmes
tuffer man die , inside
my bag o bones are
enuff dead.
rats run from this ragged cat
 stagga holmes nuff said.

Fetus in a bag. made of  translucent plastic

treat my patients test my patience with these spastics

silly girl you got your self inseminated

now your breeding, big gil bleedin g

youll be needin dr stagga to kill the seedling

its a bummer that you summertime love child

gets scraped out on these scummy tiles

inseminate these breeders

terminate the fetuses before they eat you up

so you let the boys juice you up

sill pup, sit on staggas lap and i'll pretend 

to give a crap as i sterilise my coathangers

dont worry its just like a lethal wang

not too creepy now you get sleepy . things are misty

white robes, now my probes, are twisting deeper

like scraperbikes i be scraping tykes out of indecisive dykes

got you hooked up to 5 mikes for suurround sound of the hollow uterus 

.......

StaggaHolmes | Strangerdanger
Rebels rock up with pebbles,
but no rebel base, just treble
shave off your stubble
your shit is old as barney rubble
 I get Betty wetter, i'm a bull  she fine china
let me wine her, dine her
split her wide and exercise her
insides,  how appalli ng, now
yall in for a ride, get inside
peep me? We going 4 a ride
too creepy? well,  dont get sleepy -
so offensive bleeps just bleep me.
im the pork stalker, take a walk at 4am
just a torn raincoat, and a tote bag of porn o
breeding stoats and let em go in your  teepee
with no reservations, besides
i recognise no nations* I see no races
just faces on the train at newtown station
step off at your place and passed you in the rain,
you didnt recognise my face, again.
I was the tall crazy looking fella
concealing his face with the broken umbrella

tell a tale  of strife - a tall stranger puts your life in danger
got wifey wet with a knife see.. expects a range of dull
perversity
ssee serving up the verse is just a curse for me
doomed to freestyle  a slick flow of diction
sister brother bear witness, this is viscous, word is bond
thickness, stick like semen - spawn new life yet
 inside it holds the seed of death
from the moment you were breeded
to your final dying breath




Love & Rage

A requiem for wasted youth,

uncouth and far too clever.

Never really innocent,

[though well-read] still ignorant.

Misled by elders and grown ups,

now I can't seem to grow up.

So I shrink away

from fake affection.

[doesn't take direction]

No, I don't vote in elections,

I'm fed up with the factions

Reactionary

Ready to mask up,

armed with fact; we come

correct. Tactics packed,

our task ahead.

Direct action.

Its gets heated,

people start to feel empowered

with the cops retreating,

but its a ruse.

Soon they let loose

with senseless beatings.

Overreaction.

Block streets and charge

at us with horses,

to intimidate of course.

[all go through the motions]

Of course it's all just bait,

designed to aggravate

a crowd's emotions

Instigate fear and commotion.

Plain-clothed units infiltrate,

with hidden weapons they inflict

indiscriminate violence amidst

the panic of the crush.

Now badges are removed,

Gloved hands brush glocks.

The rushing crowd throws rocks,

so forming poses

for the shots that show the

cops were merely victims.

Oh, we know they'll smell like roses

on the news at six o'clock.

Yes, we are scared

as the night falls. So what

if we are right? Now

we each, alone, must choose.

Try and run away

from here,

or stay and fight?

One voice no longer.

Once more, must

we settle for surrender

to the choice of

hate

or fear?

[if only we were stronger]

Surrounded.

So stand our ground,

around us, all strength that

we could ever need.

We found

respect, reflected

in the eyes of equals.

I was proud to stand

beside you. I would bleed-. No,

I would die for you.

Defiant,

we held our heads erect,

in bliss, amongst the

burned out wrecks and weeds,

We turned

and kissed.

Sister.

True resistor. My beloved

Anarquista. Above the barricades,

we embrace like ancient gods.

Burning cars groan,

spit and crack glass.

True fire flickers in our eyes.

This smouldering love,

we cannot hold.

Like a hot coal it burns you.

and it burns me too.

Lover,

always we'll be

free, and bold.

So, let's swear to never-ever:

-do as we are told,

-act our ages,

-obey the rules,

-allow our secrets to be sold,

Lets disregard authorities,

whomsoever they may be.

They rent us our own cages,

for a fee.

Tomorrow's not what they said

it would be.

Tonight, my love,

rage and passion,

might just be enough,

to ignite this soulless city.

Alex

September 2011