Hold Court Urthboy (Ft. Radical Son)

[Intro: Urthboy]
Welcome to the show
Ha ha, [?]

[Chorus: Radical Son]
One of them sat
Working the pen
The other one analysed
Waves and the sands
The clouds moved in fast forward
Just like a nightly weather report
We are who you see hold court
Off track, but yet we stay on course

[Verse 1: Urthboy]
See, I don’t go to the bother of getting a lottery
Ticket that often, so when I do, I wanna win right
Wear my clothes baggy but the flows skin tight
A collector, with one eye out for insight
I got the arsenal to indict or invite
C'mon take a hit from the windpipe I’m inflight
The way I move even sitting still
See I could channel Cube but instead chill at will
In a town full of flag waving Blinky Bills
Just trying to ink a deal, they don’t collab they do dinner deals
I’d recommend it if you keep it sealed
Don’t worry we’ll return it you just watch the steering wheel
Time has a habit of revealing your Achilles heel
It’s that, phonetic etiquette gettin' grilled by the chisel steel
It’s been a while since the D.S. to the O.R.M
It’s Urthboy and El Gusto again