please don’t stop
I have real romance going on with…
that real hip hop
that please don’t stop
I will never stop until the whole block rocks
when that old school drops
I have to spit straight off the top
cops wanna lock me up cause my rhymes are mad hot
not got a glock but a stanza
mans are jammin to the standard club bangers
but I’m not a hanger on i got a passion to nurture
flirt with funk that stunk like tupac shakurs murder
curdle your words I speak in unheard of army surplus
shells, raised in hell you could never quell my unshakable inertia
in the torture chamber the danger will amaze you
pray you make it through without scorch marks when I blaze zutes
crazy brains made to make the writers name
be displayed on the side of venues in a light bulb frame
I’m not the same, i play my own game and constantly win
spin on your head at the vibrations of a bass box bin
stick your shit up your ass you rassclart you can’t start
depart and hold the thought that I got more brains and heart
than you could ever muster, you buster
get fucked up
another tug gets bust up by my lyrical punch ups
throw your dukes up
i puke up
nukes on the tune cause
i need to blow up a room in an extraordinary fashion
I dash in, mash it, smash the track with lashings
I don’t cash in
I’m broke, from crewe to stoke I make them choke on the words I spoke
i tote prose, flow the most from the north wales coast
and if you didn’t know now you fuckin know you’ve stepped in to my abode
in my realm my rhymes are built from stem cells
well well, its another brother from a prison cell
you wanna be set free?
DO YOU WANT TO BE SET FREE?
look into the eyes of a legitimate MC
then you’ll see
that it takes more than just thinkin about
getting around to living the sound
is what it takes to being the sound
live underground and never surface
if you’re gonna live your life live it on purpose
never close your curtains and make sure you let the world in
and make sure that every bass you hear is fucking dirty
fucking filthy and reeking of stank
can’t outlast the man, so change the man
cram every piece of relevant knowledge into your mind
the RL stine of rhyme will repay you in kind
too many threats and not enough promises
a lot of this is dropped on top of the nodding heads of collage kids
knowledge is key, make efforts to acquire
dire are the consequences if you fail to aspire
right now you raise the child into exile
flex pon the lex-eye-con
don the cloak of a teacher for your students
impudent movements peruse outside the Louvre
in tune with the impending doom
that hangs over us every day
I never pray for an honest wage
paving my own way to the next day
