Rhyme Traveller
© Isatta sheriff 2023

Verse 1
These words are eternal
And no single word is irrelevant
So I drop a legion of bars
for the evidence
More time I’m pointing all my verbs
At the Elephant
Everyday I spit it with the flames
Or the eloquence
Kids spitting venom
Cause they grew up
round developments
I work hard don’t insult my intelligence
I’m out here
you can see I’m in my element
I get fiery
I’m working on my temperament
It’s hard when they take advantage
I’m the eveidence
How many times
Can I have the same argument
Honestly for us
It’s really disheartening
Pay themselves
When they used and do our ting
Brother cat too
Cause here we struggle in the margins
I been rappin’
since the days I went Barking
These days
We ain’t even thinking bout charting
But these days I’m charging
Tripples from Sheriff that’s a bargain
Used to spray lyrics in the garden
Just to keep the skills sharpened
If I’m honest with myself
I think I’ve hardened
So I bring fire, call it arson
Burning them bridges
when they’re asking
Stance like woman king
Heritage, guarding
Nod to my troops on this Hill
This is our ting
We’re marching

Hook
Ow ow ow ow
I’ve seen stranger things
Ow ow ow ow
My thoughts travel like
Ow whoooooooo
They’re going round like
Ow whoooooooo

Verse 2
Words yeah they twist em
Tryna say that we play the victim
To block out their lies
I get lost in the mixing
It’s better that
Than get on set
And start switching
(90.6)
Them days I miss em
Seems I’m still the villain
‘Cause I ain’t playing with em
So you can keep all your features
You nerds and you leeches
You’re all self seekers
Preying on all us Diva’s
But now the doctor will see ya
Sophomore album to your speaker
Never got them beats from them either
So I’m making tunes for myself
Like my name is Misdemeanour
Side note J.Ar.J made this heater
Met him at the Beeb
Now speaker we’re beating up
Speaker
It all could have been easier
And deep down
They didn’t care to make a tune for ya
From a yout
I always thought I was a leader
Might have been a black panther
Like Lupita
We shout Olive Morris,
We still see ya
I’m so glad these times
They’re shooting scenes about ya
Reserved but when I touch mic
I’m eager
I have to say it in my songs
I’m not a tweeter
And I’m not welcome in music or academia
But that’s where I put myself
So I’ll be seeing ya

Hook
Ow ow ow ow
I’ve seen stranger things
Ow ow ow ow
My thoughts travel like
Ow whoooooooo
They’re going round like
Ow whoooooooo