Barely awake, feel the ache in your belly…Making your way, while keeping the pace steady…Break of the day, blatantly ain’t ready…Craving some space, while caged in with too many…Waste and decay, as the brain’s getting heavy…Wait for the train, the delays make you leggy…Patiently fade, many frayed getting edgy…Staving off rage, so their state isn’t deadly…Felt the distance increase but there wasn't movement…As if pulled by a string in a lost illusion…Heard a low chopping sound and some gusts of wind…Treasure chest was found, figures rushing in…The distance so quickly grew further…Many heard the cursing of blue murder…Sight blinded from all the glory…No bigger picture, a smaller story…The Threat Will Come Apart…We don't know when the explosion will begin…And weren't told who's holding in the pin…Before flames are lit it smolders within…As smoke slowly blows out to the wind…Flakes of white ash leftover memories…Stains remain ‘til they're washed away eventually…Careless fuel can re-ignite it vengefully…Given air and space it needs to freshly breathe……

‘Tryna move when you’re stuck in the mud…Find the groove when you're fucked up and crushed…Boxed in getting’ punched by the gloves…Under the thumb uppercuts thunder you dumb…See it comin’ but it's hard to react…Tunnel-vision as your guard is attacked…’Ya keep on runnin’, you're the target to catch…Marked on your back, alarm startin’ after you dash…Exasperated by outlandish tactics…World's gone backwards spinning with madness…Atlas addled with all possible factors…Gobble you up noshing ‘ya like vilociraptors…Some substitute their sensei and teacher…They seek higher learning from their sensimilla…Some shut down like a broken receiver…While others open up like encyclopedias… What's feedin’ ‘ya? Piece it together quick…Seen that you never click, when fleeing some heavy shit…Easy to let it slip like greasy ol leather slicked…Demons injected in, scheming to wreck the bliss……These injections are here for your protection……Won't step out the zone into the margins…Won't be swept under rolled up in their carpets…No tracking your phone or drugging glasses…Can't get to you even when creating carnage…Above your head with the dread like a zeppelin…So you disconnect, with the frenzy of adrenaline…Mental will is bent by the penship they're peddling…Sense they want your neck so you're never gonna let them in…Ain't taking the bait strung to the line…They'll have to come back some other time…Got the buzz for the junkies' decline…Sunken eyes getting shunted aside…Funds fronted and tied, threats are nullified…Sucking life, undermine you'll be cut to size…For a gluttonous prize culled by lullabies…No hiding the destructive drive…Sit back we're commencing the show…Take it in ‘til your head will explode…Making sure you'll be kept on your toes…Keep quiet til the ending is known…It's a ride you enjoying this thrill?...We provide voyeurism to kill…Can't deny girls and boys from the deal…Put in the tide is the poison we spill…See underneath the gleaming of the teeth…Clean pieces of meat, sweets for the beast…Feast on treats, given without knowledge…Spit solids that can't be swallowed easily…On the verge of collapse, smash ya senses…Magic from the hat and flash pretences…Few telling the mass they're defenseless…Setting traps for a pattern that's endless…This prescription you get from the doc…What you're given when their heads’ on the block…A lot is hidden for the setting and plot…Pressure pot building cause the temperature's hot…Fight or flight or hide in plain sight…Bide your time or climb that great height…Cipher with like-minded types…Strike surprise as the fires alight…

Attacked by the Images…Expansion is Limitless…Humanity’s into this…Baby in one hand, latest cam in the other…Lady getting glam for her magazine cover…Pretty little plan, add a bit of blusher…Batting eyelashes like a fan that flutters…Family supports even though her dad suffers…“Man’s intention is stranded in the gutter…Don’t ever trust them randy motherfuckas”…She loves her dad but damn, he never shuts up…Attacked by the Images…Expansion is Limitless…Humanity’s into this…Casual instant hits…Attacked by the Images…Can we dismiss the risks?...Attacked by the Images….This social media’s mostly feeding ‘ya…Photos of hopefuls’ exposure teasing ‘ya…Uploaded globally it won’t get easier…To focus devotion from folk you keep afar…Flattering filters actually help the…Infatuation with shams they’re off-kilter… So perfect, go worship…Those poses, totally earned it…Snapping cause it feels so great…Snapping cause it feels so great…Snapping cause it feels so great…But you’re still the same…A simple click and that’s it…To swap dick-pics for nip-slips…A quick fix, now famous for big tits…And thick lips? Who’d have predicted?...Merging mentalities with Virtual reality…Forces pulling us like Earth and gravity…Aliens observing us in the galaxy…Must think that we learn from insanity…Snapping cause it feels so great…Snapping cause it feels so great…Snapping cause it feels so great…But you’re still the same…Attacked by the Images…Expansion is Limitless…Humanity’s into this…Casual instant hits…Let’s all go see…Those perfect bodies…Let’s all go see…Which one’s the hottie…Let’s all go see…Look at them closely…Let’s all go see…Don’t keep it low key…Hold On, Hold On, Hold On…Let me get my zoom on…Hold On, Hold On…If Man created God in his own image…God would pose a “duck-face” grimace…Anyone that prayed “help me”…Would wait ages while Buddha takes selfies…Film gigs with bad sound, watch later?...That’s atop experience, none greater…Photos of meals, so inspiring…Say ‘cheese’, it won’t get tiring…Hold On, Hold On, Hold On…Let me get my zoom on…Hold On, Hold On, I need to back up……

When I go to the bank and I get ripped off…And I see people are pissed off…And i see them linger in the Queue…All sayin’ in their heads ‘Fuck You!’…And they’re groaning and kissing their teeth…They’d rather do a piss on a tree…And I think that I wouldn’t disagree…‘Cos all I see is pure misery…And they don’t wanna’ be in the system…So confused and they feel like, it’s just pointless, what’s the difference? It’s just push and move…And thy know that they’re bred to consume…And they have to be fit into a tube…And have to be treated like a piece of shit…This leads some to think…“Is there a different kind of Secret Cult that I’m not part of?”…”Where do I sign up? Where do I put my name”?...Why you fronting that look of shame?...Are you gonna put me in chains?...Are you gonna be freely contained?...Are you gonna be all twisted and tied?...Are you gonna be sinking along as you slide?...Vanishing rapidly…Is this why we feel like we can’t speak passionately…Cause if you do then others will say you’ve gone mad as bees…This is why, This is why…This is why he’s so polite…This is why, we’re so polite…He opened his eyes and saw what was goin’ on…Big sticks were hitting on exploding gongs…So, Chemically the Neutrons and the protons…Gotta hope they aren’t attracted into some kind of fusion…If they blast then it’s worse than any type of pollution…Deadly science designed by the humans…And they don’t see where its going to…And it makes you like you need to be shown the proof…To know where it’s at otherwise you get thrown back…To the past…Like books badly burnt…But we haven’t learnt…Left chewing the Earth like a bag of worms…Doesn’t matter yet…Don’t lose your mind don’t lose your mind…Why have we got these complications?...Why did they stop your occupation?...Why is it not given confrontation?...Won’t find answers in the constellation…Or a day-dream, so hazy, oh…So Hard to say what you seen…Can’t establish models…Just to capture something…Knowledgeable, follow it through…Before bullshit swallows us all…Wanted for court, they call for you unfortunately…Living is strange…Fixed in a cage…Lifting your weights. Live as a slave. Digging your grave…Addictions are raised. Slither away. Live as a slave…Digging your grave. Pittance is made. Then given to faceless…Systems for ages. Taking you pay them…But you get no sympathy…Don’t lose your mind…You get fucked from above, told to trust with a shove…You get stuck in the mud…Some are plucked like they’re slugs…In the garden…When it darkens…With impeccable manners…It never looks savage…Despite all the madness…Pretending, defending…Getting wedged in a pendulum…It swings from side to side…It swings from side to side…Against this with a vengeance, as your engine keeps revving…Gonna swing from side to side…So the mind can still… Still break from… The created places of mayhem…And we see the games that they’re playin and the places they’re taking…Acting like angels, it’s blatant when it’s actually Satan…Don’t lose your mind don’t lose your mind……

Yeah I see him over there…Pretending that he’s combing his hair…He looks so familiar…But somehow kinda’ sinister…Now his shadow’s getting close…Damn I feel my neck’s exposed…He’s been waiting so long…Waiting ‘til it goes wrong…He’s got the rotten documents…And now I’m losing all my oxygen…Following me Following me, Following me Round Town…He knows my address…My details’ve been accessed…I see he’s got binoculars…That much is fucking obvious…He’s never out of sight…Even when I down the lights…There’s something I can recognize…It’s right between them deadened eyes…Following me Following me, Following me Round Town…He leaves a blatant trace…I see I’m on his database…Now he’s playing games with me…I lose them so painfully…I know something he doesn’t though…There ain’t no fucking pot of gold…There’s nothing he can take from me…Because we’ve got the same face, you see?...Following me Following me, Following me Round Town…Even if I’m stuck in a wheelchair, he’ll still be there, still be there…Even if I’m stuck and I cant move, he’ll be there on guard like a gnarly gargoyle… Even if I’m stuck and I cant move, he’ll be there to argue with some cards and a barstool…Charge thru jungles like molten lava…After bumble bees it’s a total disaster…No matter if traveling or acting as a mannequin…He’s tracking u down like a long-lost father…Fast forward or reverse and cross stars, he’s still gonna chart ya…Wearing u down like a king’s armor…can’t slip past on the skin of banana…Tracing u like an old cartoon…Chasin’ trails like some old car fumes…Fight him like Moby Dick with a harpoon…As the shadowy night’s casting over the moon…Following me Following me, Following me Round Town…

Spinning as we’re winning when we get into the groove…When so many men are adamant they’re never gonna lose…Never let slip when we’re definitely in the mood…Are they ready for the truth? Cos we really got the proof…Looking for the roots, while ya picking up the boots…Tripping, they ain’t gonna wriggle through the Queue…Pissed off, like a little pidgeon in some glue…In a brittle tomb while picking at their wounds…Scabs forming but they had warning…Getting back-chat from the little brats yawning…Back’s torn in as the back door swings…Tax through a cat-flap what a bad morning…Brain’s storming as your ducking and diving…But you’re thriving not fuckin’ surviving…Horizons widen biding your time…The Niagara Falls lightning enlightens your mind…You like this type writing? Buy me a pint…That shines like bright diamonds, put mine by the side…Lollypop romance Hollywood occasion…Looking for the lost dog what a frustration…Clearing through the fog won’t stop the domination…Fistful of Dollars in the bottom of a basin…Tolerant you save ‘em a lot of patience…Toppling Metropolis… Wake up boy, wake up boy…It’s time to face it, ain’t no time to play with your toys…Ah, what were you doing? Lost the plot screwing…Dumb old humans…Craftier moves though…Got the details set up the contract…You’re going beyond that, you’re measuring the scene when you get into contact…Ready for the combat kick ‘em with the drum pad deadlier than Ong Bak…Can’t tell me nothing jab with the microphone end of discussions…Ain’t given us a wish, can sit under a bridge ain’t permitted to exist…Hit the stone with the hammer…Bladder exploding when ya holding up the dagger…I see it on the wall, the street wars with police force…Some retreating, other people wanna bleed for their cause…Looking for the Key Hole…It seems cold, looking thru the key hole but the scenes are lethal…It ain’t sweet like treacle…But they rush in, ‘cos they must-win, ‘cos we’re buzzing, no defeating, when I’m keyed-in… Gonna crush em, by the dozen, leave ‘em weakened, as we’re peakin’…Going deep in, when it’s freezing…In a cold and a dangerous season…Going bold you dunno any better…Funny how you grow when you’re thrown under pressure…Open up sectors go through the centre…Scrambling the code of the motion detector…Get over the fence with a sense of adventure…Slipping like a ghost is the mode that you enter…Full effort like an exercise…You get left aside as we mesmerize…With the heads up in the clouds as you’re energized…Send vibes getting extra…What I do when I’m moving…Boo, you’re getting spooked…Room to improve…Who do you think you are?...Let ‘em know that the King’s in charge…Like what you see?...Whose authority?...Like what you see?...What you want from me?...Cruising past…Brutal and harsh…Getting viewed by the sharks..Gasping for air… but you knew it from the startThrough to the heart like a stake, it be like Dracula…They’re coming back for ya, and then they slapping ya…And attacking hard, ya getting’ smashed apart…The vernacular, is like a massacre…As we scatter far, all the patterns that we got like a pack of cards…And we got the appetite it’s snacking time…‘Cos we ain’t standing by, not in a passive line…You got an axe to grind, we’re like Frankenstein…Getting activised, from the lab at night…If they can survive, still getting neutralized…When we spit against the hype getting crucified…Gotta spot the sicker types with a ruthless mind…Can’t boot us, if they do it’s suicide…Choose your side we’re gonna shoot the skies…With our new tools, cause we got a route to climb…Moving, there really ain’t no room to hide…Troops doomed, when the master threw the dice…Who knew, what they claimed as true was lies?...News spoon-feeding to confuse the eyes…Cruel-suited loons getting humanized…This time, catch ‘em in the loop, grab ‘em in their group, as they panic and refute what they do…This time, grabbing all their loot, what they planned to have removed, with the strategies used and abused…This time, sanity won’t lose, damage is reduced, they won’t manage to recoup with a swoop…This time, catch ‘em in the loop, grab ‘em in their group, as they panic and refute what they do…Bang the drums, keep solid and carry on…Fast forward, and rewind…Leap blind, eat from the beehive…Each time, the theme ride steeped high…Recline, screen-wiped, peace signs…Keep tryin, free-styling beat science…3 titans, free minds…Flow with the quick rhythm…Itch-killing, shifting incisions…Pace that we live in, rate of it goes so fast…But it’s over passed, as your only chance…And with no restarts so you focus hard…Before you know it, it’s so bizarre…Showed　you the craft with the picture that we brung…Cause we’re slicker with the tongue and vicious on the drums…Hit ‘em ‘til they’re stunned with indifference it comes…From a situation made out of difficulties faced…Burning up the lantern while　they’re searching for a cavern…Uncertain　of what happens, gone further than imagined…Stir the melting pot, we never watch as it simmers…Serpents in the spot getting stopped as they sliver…Circle of the trust is robust, they won’t slip past…No chance given to foes, won’t disregard…Was it a smokescreen, gun or a cigar?...Causing puffy clouds shown in the picture?...Cold in the dark as you hold on the trigger…Blown open like explosive blasts…Know who’s in charge, chosen we deliver…Showin’ false parts like a broken mirror…You’re thrown off like a dart that goes out of the bar…Past memories eroding like scars…Hung in the sun, like clothes that dry ‘til they’re done…Gotta constantly run from the hunt cause the cunts gonna come with their guns when it’s on…Hung in the sun, like clothes that are drying ‘til they’re done…Gotta constantly run from the hunt cause the cunts gonna come with their guns when it’s on…This time, catch ‘em in the loop, grab ‘em in their group, as they panic and refute what they do…This time, grabbing all their loot, what they planned to have removed, with the strategies they used and abused…This time, sanity won’t lose, damage is reduced, they won’t manage to recoup with a swoop…This time, catch ‘em in the loop, grab ‘em in their group, as they panic and refute what they do…

Yeah Yeah…I heard you before…With that fake smile waiting for the burst of applause…Yeah Yeah…You’re quoting the same shit…So basic you don’t wanna face it…Yeah Yeah…The cycle keeps repeating itself…Squeezing blood from a stone just to leech off its health…Falling apart…False start now you’re crawling on glass…Yeah Yeah…Yeah they said them things…The undead eat on our flesh cause we let them in…To our ears, like a high frequency… But this dog won’t stray from the secrets they keep…Nah, they aren’t in a fit state…Got cards for the fixed game but marked so it’s just bait…They’re about to be liquidated in thick flames with a little bit of patience…Yeah Yeah…Sedated inertia…Nothing changes, ain’t taking it further…Diminished by what’s predictably perfect…Left thinking why is this shit even worth it?...Hypnotic voice-overs, consciously slumbering…Destroy your focus, here’s what you want again…Don’t be a loser, spend your funds, you’re gonna win…Mustn’t say it’s punishing gotta take it on the chin…The 3 blind mice leapt out of the clock tower…They covered up their ears as the noises got louder…The 3 blind mice slipped past the pigs and the wolf…As urged them to stay, they didn’t listen at all…Yeah Yeah……

Watch as the mighty fall down…The mighty fall down…Watch as the mighty fall down…The mighty fall down…It’s not time to rule out…They’d like to walk out…As the hype has cooled down…They’ll hide in your town…Frightened small cowards, who’s picking up the pieces? After the party’s gone…Charred from the blasted bombs…No one had asked for one, little tarts had fun…With their masters’ funds…Fed the lines to the cast of chumps…To mask the dump that’s parked in front…Tie Your Lungs To Your Back…You could say that we’re inside out…Lying motionless for the spider’s mouth…Tired now as it winds you round…You’re Tightly bound within sights and sounds…Tie Your Lungs To Your Ba……

The bars are swinging like Tarzan I’m bringing…More drama from the start this is the beginning…Make a killing from a carcass, put a bid in…Catch pidgeons, willingly dastardly villains…But this vision’s a mirage, cause when you look back it was sand that your lungs were drinking…and you didn’t have a chance, so many parts hidden in the past where you can’t get ‘em…over-thinking now the boat’s sinking, Rome kingdom’s gone down in flames…Globe’s shifting and going the whole distance, low-positioned still bound in chains…No one knows if this shit’s about to change…Throwin’ bricks, when they land they bounce again…No witnesses left to counter-claim…Looked for the clues but they never found remains…Who’s waiting while losing patience?...Do you feel confused, you hallucinating?...Ever left rooms like they’re fumigating?...But you don’t know why, no illuminating true explanation…Of your evacuation, you just had to leave and abandon the scene?...For new destinations, use up the savings random it seems, but it had to be…Checking out, punching the clock… Crumble up & down, crunching up numbers you got…Have you suffered enough? Are you on the chopping block? It’s a double-bluff that these motherfuckers will plot…Under the kosh, know what the trouble is?...You’re rudderless, and rummage through the rubbish bins…Discovering fish bones and wish bones…But the kids know they ain’t found the mother ship…Standing in the No-Zone, waiting for the right time…Planning when you go home, all the things you might find…Looking for the Holy Grail ‘til you’re old and frail…Sold on a tale that was totally unreal…Holding onto the hope of what the cloak reveals…But your only hope’s from a ghost in a shell…Told you’re a host for programmed codes, so closely involved there’s no one else…But over and over the shadows falter, when you notice cobras exposed from their stealth…Looking for the Holy Grail til you’re old and frail…Sold on a tale that was totally unreal…Holding onto the hope of what the cloak reveals…But your only hope’s from a ghost in a shell…Told you’re a host for programmed codes, so closely involved there’s no one else…But over and over the shadows falter, as you notice cobras encroaching with stealth… Standing in the No-Zone, waiting for the right time…Planning when you go home, all the things you might find……

Rhyme intelligence benefits your mind like Chinese Medicine…Flow precise and elegant…Sensitive to delicate science, write so eloquent…Use poetic license, wide horizons, endless wit…Survived apprenticeship, ciphering so adventurous…freestyles make others’ writings highly irrelevant…Transcendent vibes, defying petty prejudice…Devilish intentions, override malevolence…Rising to eminence striking the nemesis…Find new elements for fighting the venomous…That try and divide us with lies of terrorists…That climb up crevices like spiderish predators…Provide no evidence, kids die from these sentences…Fallacies developed into real-life vengeances…Why mention this?... We’re always primed for invented twists…And pay the price for the recklessness…Doesn’t matter if we’re tired and penniless…Remove bricks and sediments then topple their giant edifice…Enemies disguised to slyly get ahead of us…Get recognized so their efforts are erroneous…And their looks of contempt won’t stop rebellious…Reactions to treacherous tactics to unsettle us…Educate us with telly transmitted to the retina…Repetitive reality shows are now our lecturers…Replacing text-books with their brain-deadening seminars…Comforting comedy bringing in the steady laughs…With shallowest relevance… Punch lines are telegraphed…Demographs of calculated risks, not taking any chance…But this won’t last forever, trust so we keep stepping hard…Trekking through the wettest marsh, will the weather pass?...Ready, on offensive to threaten with bars…Classed as weapons when I set ‘em to task…Strung high and quartered, mind torture…Stops when we find the weak-threaded knots…You’re not, just lamb chops, they had you tangled up…But now you stand above.