Stealth

(álbum: Dark Matters - Special Edition - 2019)

We're fucking fearsome
Never said no nonsense
And it's a warzone
Everyday, constant
I'll snap your jawbone
Leave you unconscious
And open up your torso
And snatch out your conscience
I'll snap your jawbone
Leave you unconscious
And open up your torso
And snatch out your conscience

I'm fucking vile
With that military style
Nuclear weapons
Artillery in piles
I'm like the military
Invading your vicinity
Now we're seeing dead bodies literally for miles
We're surrounding your perimeter
Conquering your territory
These enemies they're sinister
All I see is jealousy
We're never taking prisoners
That's a waste of energy
So fuck it we'll diminish em'
I'm giving them an evil punch
And trust me I'll make your headtop tilt
I'm grease please belive
These MC's are soft like silk
You know me and devilman
We're on top like quilt
When we get booked in a rave
It's going off like milk
Most MC's are decent
They're not leveling though
They're not threatening me
I might push my weapon in slow
Man are giving them violent verses
And devilish flows
We're big underground like nephilim bones
I'm like an evil demon
Pull out the knife and slash him
I don't need no reason
I don't like compassion
I just leave them bleeding
Then dice and dash him
Now there's people screaming
And there's sirens flashing
When I talk about whips
I'm giving them a violent lashing
I love my drum and bass
And I love grime and rapping
I'm a mic assasin
When it comes to rhymes and clashing
Trust me fam that's plain to see like a pile of (cashing)?
I'm talking facts
I don't talk no nonsense fam
My third eye's open
I'm giving them a quantum glance
I regenerate when I meditate in a conscious trance
Please don't piss me off and wind me up like constant cramp
I'm a horticulturist
I grow monstrous plants
And I got crops in Wales
And I got crops in France
When I'm serving food
Don't use pots and pans
My bank accounts like a nursing home
Holding lots of grands