Chain and Ball

Blue Attitude

Score: 7
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Played: 477

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[Verse] Here to bring you the panorama, that moment of classic drama Been practising in the room around dimly-lit candle arbors Prepared; you better be wearing your padded armour And arm yourself with an [?] I'm that tyrannical shadow caster Who be getting his point across like a Roman bow and arrow archer Burning ya into ashes after I shoot ya with a Super Soaker fully-loaded with volcanic lava The way I hit the scene was mad People say it was the re-enactment of the Pearl Harbor sneak attack Wherever you see me at I use the blood of MCs I smashed to paint walls wtih my graffiti tag My seamless magnanimous raps slangs a hazardous tact to collect and attract fans I'm a madman with an attitude, not in a happy mood It's hard to be when every [faggot] wants to battle you Get absolutely mangled, with the attitude of vandals I'll have your attributes dismantled And batter you with anvils Pulling off a roadhouse with a ball and chain shackled to my ankle Yo, I rip it from beginning to end I'm a rigid pillar with unlimited physical strength I write rhymes with calligraphy pens in a sinister den Positioned within a perimeter fence Even the illest avengers won't approach the entrance I swing 'em in circles holding both their tendons And lose control and overload with tension And hold the whole momentum of a locomotive engine While you remain puzzled, my brain muscles mutate like the smart materials on a space shuttle There's no way you can evade trouble You need a terrain shovel to excavate an escape tunnel As I ravage through inhabited lands I've shattered my hands damaging these battling champs Eff the cash stashed in your [?] national bank I tactically plan to snatch your fanatical fans And crush anyone who likes you like trampling ants Submerged corpse remains in North African sands You're an overdramatic flash in the pan I'm shattering stanzas superior to the average man You lack raps; your caliber is of amateur rank You better vacate the place, fire catamaran Cos these cats don't know how savage I am I land a battering ram directly on your hypothalamus gland Man, I'm the cat that you had to give thanks For snatching your [ommitted] grams of sets and halogen lamps Then I leave your team vanishing like Alakazam And react with a bang like a flammable parofen can, blud! I was rhyming time ago, so in a nanosecond I evolve from from my normal mind into cypher mode The hyper Dynamo, spitting 'til the mic explodes and emits radioactive isotopes You're a complete joker, spitting raps wack enough to put an insomniac into a deep coma So if I see a freeloading weed vulture I sweep him clean over in front of a steamroller Now check my mistakes, that's an eye test for vision My stomach jabs collapses whole digestive systems Listen, I make the deck roll and shake like a Level 7 tremor on a tectonic plate This is my best job to date, straight effort [?] I slam heads in electronic gates Deranged animator, manic assassinator of gladiatorial alligators, I'll be the dragon slayer Know where the title belongs, none can rival the don As I hold up the cypher with a hydrogen bomb I'm undeniably strong, waiting for that guy in the wrong to use a hadouken fireball on And I'ma cause a gory scene, suppressing your morbid screams And jacking your neck with Thorazine I was born to haunt your dreams, a more re-inforced war machine, anthropomorphic immortal being Out of South England... while you all spout writtens I lay freestyles to make the crowd listen Found killing a profound rhythm of a human heart beating, wired up to a sound system I'm outliving humankind, sending psychologists on a wild goose chase when I lose my mind Blow your entire earth away My idea of fun is an indoor firework display Dare you gimme air like scuba tanks With [?] hands, I've become the undisputed champ I even fought the force of Superman and severed his head using the crescent moon as a boomerang See who I am? The show performer, the vocal slaughter, the one conjuring the ghostly aura I be the only author who survived vampire bites to toxicate in my vains with holy water One of the illest, supplying you the proof, here on 1Xtra Fire in the Booth I execute what you require me to do and I'll be up on 1Xtra Fire in the Booth Tell ya straight, no lying to the youts I'm one to come clever providing you the truth Not many are much better, it's time I think you knew about T on 1Xtra Fire in the Booth