(1 6 6) system’s rigged, they label us beasts but we rise through the cracks, no cap
Pen sharper than a shank, I dissect these beats like a surgeon with facts
Grew in the ends where the postcode’s a curse, dreams get taxed
Now the bag’s coming heavy, while the opp block still lack tact
They talk tough online, but in person? Vanish like mist in the act
I move strategic, calm—think Sokratis in the back
Philosophy major, head high, but still smash like the Greek in attack
One touch, chest it down, bury your whole team .Look
Conscious UK rap: introspective British hip-hop with dense multis, clever wordplay, calm delivery, and atmospheric mid-tempo beats (piano, deep 808s) prioritizing lyrics. (138 chars)