[Verse 1] It's a knock out, bars slammin' like lockdown/ Compound, you are now involved wi' the wrong crowd/ Do you really wanna walk across the war ground?/ Frost bound battle zone, particle fallout/ Hear the apocalyptic horn sound/ Storm clouds circle the sky, you're wi' the Gods now/ Feel your jaw bounce, caused by the strong clout/ Brought down, even the referees have lost count/ Call me Morpheus, constantly stop rounds/ Body bagged, toss in the rag, you're all soft clowns/ I am many pennies wiser, should opt out/ Baws n your confidence drop to nought but all doubt/ Spittin small talk, this is tall shout/ Yob, lout, whatever you want f'the horse mouth/ You'll all drown in the reservoir dog house/ Blunt force trauma, when I whip the cosh out/ [Hook] Fuck this, fuck that n fuck you too/ Couldn't care less about your thoughts n views/ No backin' down, better go back around/ This is fight club, time for the toe-tag sound/ X 2 [Verse 2] Packin' the punch lines, standin' the front line/ I turn mics to food for fuckin' dust mites/ Crunch time, it's a must that I bust rhymes/ Rough styles overflow like a burst pipe/ Luck's blind wi' hate at first sight/ So my third eye's open, focussed full-time/ Spoke in tongues while the Roman church chimed/ Had the Holy Ghost forced to bite the curb side/ Like a blunt slide, grindin' on an axis/ Never 50-50 when I take a chance it's/ Flip tricks, pivot to switchblade romantics/ You'll get fisted, kiss you with a malkie/ Daftie, Glasgow rap the hard way/ My tracks made to hi-jack your heart rate/ Palpitations, cardiac patients/ Laid to rest in intensive care basements/ [Hook] Fuck this, fuck that n fuck you too/ Couldn't care less about your thoughts n views/ No backin' down, better go back around/ This is fight club, time for the toe-tag sound/ X 2 [Verse 3] Balancing fate, I'm the magistrate/ Hate to inform, but the odds stacked against/ Jags await, syringes, hazardous waste/ Contaminatin' your anatomy wi' varicose veins/ Manic insane, brain patterns rapidly change/ if you happen to rattle the the rap animal cage/ Battle'll wage, take a slap in the face/ retarded n gay, you can't hack, handle the pace, I'm swayin'/ Haymakers at heavyweight players/ Haters, fakers, get the fuck up out my face cunts/ Or wake up with a new pacemaker/ Chained to a defibrillator/ Call me the shockwave, droppin' raw flames like a flambé/ Molotov cocktail scorchin' your North Face/ Feel the South paw pound till your jaw breaks/ Raw pain stormin' the gate, nonchalantly/ [Hook] Fuck this, fuck that n fuck you too/ Couldn't care less about your thoughts n views/ No backin' down, better go back around/ This is fight club, time for the toe-tag sound/ X 2

[Verse 1] Welcome to my death trap, where enemies get their necks snapped/ Heads bashed, feel the effects of my intense rap/ Immense tracks emerging f'the meth lab/ Decibels wrecking your health, you better head back/ Get mad, cause havoc on the set/ I'm a prodigy, a paragon, a paranormal spectre/ Aztec tomahawk, gonna get scalped/ Red spatter patterns of a Navajo flesh mask/ Respect? Ha! Nah! You gotta earn that/ You don't deserve credit droppin' bombs that never went aff/ You're dead last, you bent fags'll get slapped/ Wrestling your gender like Celebrity Deathmatch/ I'm steadfast, relentless when I pen pads/ hell hath no fury crueler than my breath has/ You'll get cracked f' Glesga to Belfast/ Well over your head like a mutha fuckin' jet pack/ [Hook] "Out in tha streetz, they call it murdah!" In cold blood, a killer when I flow words/ Chalk line where the microphone burst/ "Out in tha streetz, they call it murdah!" In the 1st degree, I'm burnin' beats/ Incinerating syllables, turn up the heat/ [Verse 2] Fuck a tarot card n horoscope, I'll slaughter you wi' awesome flows/ I'm on a roll, unstoppable, performing the impossible/ Bombin' up a hospital, as if it's Gotham, Robin's home/ Not a joke, I'll knot the rope n drop you f'the tallest floor/ Want some more? Naw you don't/ Thought you did but flopped before/ The monster of the audio assault, demolished all your hope/ Sorry folks, destroyin' all the pawns across the board/ The stronger force's got control n turned it into Kosovo/ Metaphorical, solvin' questions rhetorical/ the holocaustic soda, corrosive, Komodo monitor/ Stalkin' ya, followed into the swamp, where I'm watchin' ya/ cardiac arrest without the fuckin' officer/ Call the coroner's office, we got a corpse/ poppin' their clogs, I only a lick a shot if it's scotch/ Polish it off, still I'm spittin, droppin' it hot/ wi' the illest rhythm, lyricism, solid as rock/ [Hook] "Out in tha streetz, they call it murdah!" In cold blood, a killer when I flow words/ Chalk line where the microphone burst/ "Out in tha streetz, they call it murdah!" In the 1st degree, I'm burnin' beats/ Incinerating syllables, turn up the heat/

[Verse 1] Tarred as the track arsonist, I carbonise with every single bar I spit/ Accelerating particles till every last atom's split/ Halving the reaction time, I'm actin' as a catalyst/ Convertin' all your energy, call me the rap evangelist/ Master of the narrative, laughin' at David Attenborough/ Kidnap his family, capture it all on camera/ Fuck Africa, I'm travelling to the Amazon/ Feedin' their nether regions to the cannibal inhabitants/ I'm the baddest acid trip............................/ Tan a gallon of Ayahuasca n start craftin' my manuscripts/ Hit the panic switch, the brutal bar, barbaric kid/ The super star of sampling, producing pure paralysis/ Booby trapped in a labyrinth of passages/ Pneumatic hammer grammar, vernacular f'the Gaza Strip/ My language is more graphic than a slasher flick/ Starin' shit wi' me n I'm dismantlin' your cabbages/ [HOOK] Mic check, One, Two, tear the ROOF AFF! Mind set, time to devastate the BOOTH-AH! Rhyme weaponry, we detonate at FULL BLAST! Loop that, hook that, generate the BOOM-BAP! x 2 [Verse 2] I set my levels wi' the pedal to the metal/ Compressin' the treble end n the resonance till it's evident/ That I'm the technical emperor, I'm ahead of the rest of them/ When I resurrect the element of bedlam/ Find it threatening? I render your attempts at it/ As pestilent, best step aside, start surrendering/ You're delicate, so I'm showing no respect for it/ You can try your best, you're never messing with/ My perception is extra sensory, demonstratin' telepathy/ I infra-read the thoughts of everyone in my trajectory/ Thermally detect, malevolence in my melody/ Says it on the front cover, evil's a necessity/ Frequencies I resonate'll rearrange your dental plate/ Your written's like a broken record skippin', let me set it straight/ n educate, throughout every single set I played/ I left the centre stage in a mental state of emergency/ [HOOK] Mic check, One, Two, tear the ROOF AFF! Mind set, time to devastate the BOOTH-AH! Rhyme weaponry, we detonate at FULL BLAST! Loop that, hook that, generate the BOOM-BAP! x 2 [Verse 3] Supersonic, I'm moving through like pneumonic/ bubonic, I'm catastrophic, like shootin' students in college/ The purest form of illogic, neurotically diabolic/ Demonic grooves put you in a stupor, catatonic/ Harmonically tuning toxic instalments until you vomit/ The music spewin' superhuman mutatin' the product/ I do it in 2 recordings in unison, now the quality/ Improves wi' every tune in the rudiments that I'm polishing/ Demolishing, call me Duke Nukem when I shoot 'em up/ sulphuric epidurals, hallucinogenic shrooms n such/ Who the fuck? I render crews defunct/ I debunk n disprove any pussies n cunts/ So let me put it blunt like big doobies of skunk/ You'd sound much better if you chewed through your tongue/ Removed two of your lungs and each tooth oot your gums/ Nah, fuck it...... you should just keep mooth shut/ [HOOK] Mic check, One, Two, tear the ROOF AFF! Mind set, time to devastate the BOOTH-AH! Rhyme weaponry, we detonate at FULL BLAST! Loop that, hook that, generate the BOOM-BAP! x 4

[Verse 1] I speak to the dead then I summon my flows/ I'm under an oath, committed to a rugged approach/ I covet the gore, hit you with a murderous dose/ Thunderous roars, that'll split your skull wi' the force/ Punish my foes, stuff 'em in a dungeon below/ Surgical shows, as I'm Bunsen burnin' their toes/ The church is a joke, just to keep you under control/ I discourage little kiddies as I'm fuckin' the pope/ Judgin' my soul? Take a flyin' fuck out the door/ You're nothin' to me, the holy father, son n the ghost/ My luck is my own, take an uppercut to the nose/ Up in yer dome, I chuckle as you slump t'the floor/ Stutterin' folk, I show 'em how it's done n some more/ Shuttin' your holes, as if there's something stuck in your throat/ Splutter n choke, like a bucket, up in a smoke/ I'm the mutha fuckin' ultimate, the sultan of raw/ [Hook] You know I run shit, I keep it pumpin'/ I make your bird cum quick when I tongue twist/ Fuck around, you're bound to get your nut split/ Diamond in the rough amongst these other fuck-wits/ X 2 [Verse 2] The final straw, step t'the mic, record/ Rhymes that'll strike a raw nerve in your spinal cord/ Makin' you climb the walls, makin' your mind contort/ Makin' every little thing in your life dissolve/ Let me ignite the torch, sheddin' some light upon/ Venom inside my thoughts, webbin' n citotoxins/ Decide your fortune, you will will shite your drawers when/ I morph into Jekyll n hide your corpse/ Buried inside a box, your own pine coffin/ There is nothin' that can stop when the eye of the storm spins/ Quietly watchin', the violent vortex/ It's fight or flight time, get ready for war when/ Sirens callin', we rise n fall in/ Divide n conquer, it's the cypher squadron/ Supplyin' the rawness, applyin' distortion/ Like a meteoric comet of seismic proportions/ [Hook] You know I run shit, I keep it pumpin'/ I make your bird come quick when I tongue twist/ Fuck around, you're bound to get your nut split/ Diamond in the rough amongst these other fuck-wits/ [Cuts by DJ Riseone]

[Verse 1] Supernatural selection/ My bars were unearthed next to dead velociraptor remnants/ Tempestuous penmanship/ It'll take more than an early plea to lessen my sentences/ Cuttin edge I perch upon a precipice/ A test specimen, permanently pennin' prejudice/ Mentalist, fit a noose where your necklace is/ Let you swing expressionless just for the hell of it/ My method's like a weapon n it's lethal/ Takin a flyin fuck, see me free fall at G-force/ At the speed of a heat seekin torpedo/ I'm bombin' the colosseums n columns within cathedrals/ Lock n reload, primeval in beast mode/ Sheep's clothes hidin a spine lined wi' steel bolts/ Reinforce each poem wi' diseased flows/ till the beat blows out speakers n earphones/ [Hook] Real shit, people are findin' it hard to deal with/ They feel sick, like an anorexic when a meal hits/ Their stomach, worst cunt, keepin' it rugged, up on the summit/ I'm the number one, second to none/ [Verse 2] Tearin the roof off the hook, bypassin' the chorus/ Without delay, unphased n high voltage/ My opponents suffer from psychosis/ Stunning your growth it's Kryptik fibrosis/ Diagnosis murdered by the dopest/ Explosive, corrosive force I made the poles shift/ Comatosed blowin smoke at the O-Zone/ Forged in the molten core below the ocean/ Weather beat you t'death wi' my vocals/ Hail stones implode as I flame throw snow balls/ At volcanoes, move like a tornado/ Spiraling the eye of the storm to form craters/ Creatin' earthquakes n tsunamis/ Richter scales break, better brace for the damage/ Pyroclastic flows mould your ashes/ Shadows charred on the floor of your own statue/ [Hook] Real shit, people are findin' it hard to deal with/ They feel sick, like an anorexic when a meal hits/ Their stomach, worst cunt, keepin' it rugged, up on the summit/ I'm the number one, second to none/ It's the real shit, people are findin' it hard to deal with/ They feel sick, like an anorexic when a meal hits/ Their stomach, worst cunt, keepin' it rugged/ Any other wordsmith is worthless, you're nothin!/

[Cuts by DJ Madhandz]

[Verse 1] Are you feelin' the room narrowing? Scenes that I produce are pure harrowing/ Put a bit a scaffolding through you like a javelin/ Stabbin' it in, see the mass leakage from your abdomen/ Stagger in the I.C.U. when I'm spittin' acronyms/ Acrobatic, tight rope rhymes, it's a balance act/ Swagger past, see-saw-nic boom, start an avalanche/ Flattening your habitat, acid tabs/ Flashback, see the napalm canister land, BAM! Snap, that's the sound your Adam's app/ Clamped by the master of bars, you can't answer back/ You now sound like a spastic twat/ Handicaps get sent to the cabbage patch/ Derailing your train o' thought, I damage the tracks/ N spray paint covers the fuckin' carriage in graff/ Havin' a laugh, manufacture bangers n mash/ Your napper into fuckin granite with a batterin' ram/ [Hook] Hay! Ho! Do what I say so/ Or you'll be waking up under your gravestone/ Great poems n sub-dominant bass tones/ Flame throwing the flows, tear a new A-Hole/ X 2 [Verse 2] Hijack a conversation, got you waiting/ To the point where your brain has an oxygen failure/ Toxin inhaler, solvents n vapour/ Climbing the walls just to jot on the paper/ Talk, spit n pray that my voice will escape/ But the noise in the background's all that remains/ It records on the tape, songs that I play/ Am I here? Am I now? Am I gone for the day?/ What is wrong with the way of the sword or the blade?/ Tormenting myself is a common mistake/ Course through my veins, it evolves into rage/ Got the mic in my sight, target locked n in range/ All I need now is the stompinest break/ And the night watchmen to unlock the restraints/ Ball n the chain's off, onto the stage/ But along the way I lost the plot to escape/ [Hook] Hay! Ho! Do what I say so/ Or you'll be waking up under your gravestone/ Great poems n sub-dominant bass tones/ Flame throwing the flows, tear a new A-Hole/ X 2

[Verse 1] You don't need your beliefs when your restin' in pieces/ Remnants ingested by vermin n leeches/ Festered, deceased a permanent deletion/ Never re-appearing to help wi' the grievance/ Relatives questioning search wi' policeman/ Little do they know about my pledge of allegiance/ Mental procedures, the terms n agreements/ Said wi' resentment when read from Thelema/ Streaks ahead when I'm reapin death/ I'm sowin' seeds beneath the demon's breeding nest/ Seeing red, gangrene, bleed your neck/ Completely wrecked, converse wi' the evil dead/ Each of them, seek to reveal themselves/ I feel a breath of relief as I peel my flesh/ Feels immense, unleashed, see the beast emerge/ Wreak revenge, proceedin' to besiege the Earth/ [Hook] So don't push, don't test, Coz I'm just too close to the edge, N just one more step it'll turn grotesque End up with a Broken neck x2 [Verse 2] After repentance I'm askin' for seconds/ Straight back hardcore carcinogenic/ Arsenic injection, jab to your retina/ Optical onslaught, torture n terror/ Lost is my temper, return to the sender/ Never have I called to The Lord as a shepherd/ I would rather correspond wi' the Devil/ Wi' fork lightnin' rhymes, the storm gets torrential/ Doctor Lecter verbals, fi-fi-fillin your plate with a taste of the bitter end of the spectrum/ Makin' a mess of what's left of your internal/ Expandin' my cannibal pallet, balancin' my textures/ Neckin' Chianti, Jack D n a half-G/ Chantin' my bars to Marduk while I sleep/ Lab geeks just can't fathom a vaccine/ I'm far too advanced, a grand masterpiece/ [Hook] Don't push, don't test, Coz I'm just too close to the edge, Just one more step it'll turn grotesque End up with a Broken neck x4 [Verse 3] Hellfire n brimstone, I scribble sick notes/ Swagger through the darkness where other rappers would tip-toe/ Lift coals, deliver smouldering, spit roasts/ While I'm grip holdin' the mic, tying a lynch rope/ Slit throat n nothin' but fuckin' ink pours/ Cascading hate on the page, but with a slick flow/ Jinns spoke, convinced me I should kill folk/ Strung up wi' their guts, a crushed skull n their ribs broke/ Lymph nodes implode upon contact/ Contract killer lyricism hit your thorax/ Where's your God till I scorn at his Dogma/ Challenge him to battle in immortal combat, raaaahhhhh!/ Fuck your format, this is how a boss raps/ Lloyd Ross destroys all crossing the war path/ Sever your femoral, red fillin' the hot bath/ At long last it's all gone to plan/ [Hook] Don't push, don't test, Coz I'm just too close to the edge, Just one more step it'll turn grotesque End up with a Broken neck x4