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…