Snakes & Vipers

Listen My rhyming skill tears the flesh like a tyrannosaurus Is that the best lyric you're spitting and performing for us Your verses are shite, with a sub-par weak chorus This time you can't blame this, on the Rothschilds and George Sorus Huh, You rats and mice's, are just feces You don't need the telekinesis Or lord Jesus To know, that I am tearing your thesis, into pieces Fame decreases Your pictures on police releases Hip-Hop warden, don't let me have to go to the boot & Introduce you to the Bat-man like Commish Gordan When I buss lyrics, the God Fathers are Stunned Like athletes injured, I put strains on Ten-Dons I beat my chest acting ape shit like King Kong You rappers. huh, stuck up pussies like fem-doms On my plate, you tried to move my China like Hong-Kong Like a suicide, who failed a test your, Dead-Wrong Listen My showmanship of speakership equals leadership Investor, I don't want the Porsche, I want the Dealership Realistic, animalistic, from this spit-shit From now on, I'm pointing upwards like a cleft-lip Bullshite detective Lyrically effective The introspective I'm killing foreign and domestic I make Wonga from Tonga to the Congo Verses powerful like lightning and thunder What number you rate dem lyric deh ten Kill a sound bwoy every time me hold a pen Viper dem ah viper me no tek dem friend Listen err what Come again What number you rate dem lyric deh ten Kill a sound bwoy every time me hold a pen Viper dem ah viper me no tek dem friend Listen err what Come again When you hear my Lyrical Voodoo You will excrete Doodoo Cry Boo-Hoo And file peace papers the Desmond Tutu The Shaka Zulu I Slice, like Mr Sulu The Clarke Kent With glasses bent I see through you Guns and pulling strap outs You better wake and snap out I'm working bloody flat out You're begging with your hat out You want me to back out You want me to be like B&Q without the bathroom essentials & tap out Surrounded by philistines, snitches, and gossip squawkers Fast and furious like the rock, but you aren't Gibraltar Now you're hanging off the balcony, you're a good talker Trust me blood, Luke ain't the only Skywalker Hip-Hop fiend, a psychologist dream Slapping dirty cuckle's about like church tambourines Listen I'm just a lyrical rapping show pleaser You know the location of the pyramid Everybody knows about the Giza Listen bredrin you are not the master No more getting bad advice, from pagan dry foot ashy bastards Tip your hat to me like, morning star Don't let me have to visit your little flat in the morning star & Your crew and your bredrin will be, morning star Cos I sent your ass to Lucifer, morning star Listen Lock me down and generate strife Until I Alicia Keys like Swift Beats wife You're a wanker, not gangsta, pure foolishness your bringing Acting like the Four Tops, pointing and singing Now you're locked up with the roadman they're faces are grinning Cos your yeye ball swell up and your ring piece stinging It's the truth What number you rate dem lyric deh ten Kill a sound bwoy every time me hold a pen Viper dem ah viper me no tek dem friend Listen err what Come again What number you rate dem lyric deh ten Kill a sound bwoy every time me hold a pen Viper dem ah viper me no tek dem friend Listen err what Come again Yes, give me a life span With a stretch of sand And a piece of land A glass Condo, with a whip, Bike, and a Mini-Van Listen fam, you're not the man You're not Jackie Chan You're not intricate like the carved woods of Pakistan Like the charge of the Knights Templars, I am burning fam Don't let me have to start a world war, like Franz Ferdinand You saw my eyes, you hesitated and you upped and ran Next time your mum, won't chase me away with a bloody Frying Pan You want a fast start You got a glass heart A little pressure, then you arse fart, To raaasclart Lyrics so sharp, I once killed fifteen mc's with just a pencil A Fucking pencil Humble yourself you better take that loss You be hearing so much wheel ups you'd think that Airplanes be taking off I feel the breath departing I feel the trouble starting Call me Upton Park, Cos I'm 2 stops from Bloody Barking I'm a beacon of the lyrical never mediocre Verse killer promoter, knowledge of self and power broker You're an eeee-diot Waste-Man, No hoper You really think that Joaquin Phoenix is the only Joker Talking about carrying 4.4's The only 4.4's ya seeing, Is Marvels Thor 4 Real heads call you Sure Bore I don't even know why your team, even put you on the Tour for