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Artwork by Kebo
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lyrics
[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