Shani - 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

Written by:
Ahmed Ghazali

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