To be specific,
My prolific talent
Is too terrific
Two tone, too technical,
Too crude, too cryptic
It's too critically,
Lyrically apocolyptic
My sick, quick, shit,
Sticks to notepads like pritt stick
It's mad, sadistic,
Mystic, persistant
I'm keepin' MC's quiet,
Like a library assistant
Witness the intricacy,
Preditably you're sick of me
Swiftness and trickery,
Messiah take the mickery
Habitually, check the dictionary for lethal,
Explained is my name,
Dash, no match, no equal
No catch, rappers hide in dark corners
I'm makin 'em sweat,
Like Jo Brand inside a sauna
Call the ambulance,
Call time, it's all over
The Experts beats are putting DJ's in comas
MC's on stretchers, the architect induleges,
Paramedics scramblin',
Checkin' necks for pulses
Forget the bullshit,
We're only rich in talent,
I'm rescuing the heads
Like I'm fuckin' Mitch Buchannon
There's only one way to stop me rappin',
It's call Dr Brown,
Travel back to '81, don't let me happen
Stop my crew jammin',
Mind and body slammin'
I speak knowledge,
I ate the whole fuckin' salmon
CC's too deep,
Too dope for understandin'
Hip-Hop had three wishes,
An' now you're lookin' at 'em
I'm on a bloodrush, I'm on a bloodrush
With every word,
I ryhme, I push
I'm on a blood rush, I'm on a bloodrush
With every pen, pad, mic I touch
I'm on a bloodrush, I'm on a bloodrush
I'm on a rush, a rush,
I'm on a bloodrush
I'm flippin' out as such,
I need chrome to crunch
Bloodrush, bloodrush,
Bloodrush, bloodrush
I overdid it,
I OD'd on venom & adrenaline
The medicine that's pumping me up,
Like an amphetamine
We heard the orchestra,
We were strung out,
We sent for 'em
From Earth to Pluto,
I'm workin' neu voux's to veterans
You know the better men,
You know who's wreckin',
You know the name,
You know you're lovin' every second of this
How many times am I gonna have to say this?,
CC are not great,
CC are the fuckin' greatest
God bless us & save us,
If we're not in your playlist
You must be comatose,
Or be listening with your anus
I'm sick of sayin' this,
Hope this beat makes me famous,
I'll battle for my city,
Like Romulus did with Remus
Takin' it to the pages,
With scripts to make 'em sacred
I speak the truth,
Till it's stripped & shaken naked
And take it from me,
The competition will be wasted
You'll need a tongue, lung,
And self-esteem replacement
I'm on a bloodrush, I'm on a bloodrush
With every word,
I ryhme, I push
I'm on a blood rush, I'm on a bloodrush
With every pen, pad, mic I touch
I'm on a bloodrush, I'm on a bloodrush
I'm on a rush, a rush,
I'm on a bloodrush
I'm flippin' out as such,
I need chrome to crunch
Bloodrush, bloodrush,
Bloodrush, bloodrush
It's straigh-forward,
Gimme the mic, I'm made for it
Reported, that's what divinity & faith ordered
The more that I ryhme,
The more MC's in frustration
I'm blazing through the rest of em',
In need of resuscitation
The mention of my name,
Menaces your arch nemisis
Checkin' more beats than a fuckin' heart specialist
Generating gems since genesis
The general
The opposite gender,
Genuflect at my genitals
Gemini, wants to put me & the mic together
My tongue is movin' faster,
Than beefy dykes in leather
The clever mind
Rap skills, you couldn't measure mine
I'm takin' you to spoken nirvana
MC's nevermind the contest,
Cos I was made to shake fakes,
And heads are goin' up & down,
Like Ricki Lakes weight
I wait for nowt,
MJ I'm breakin' out
Sound systems are left shakin',
When my tape is taken out
From North to South,
East to West,
I'm bein monitored
You're begging me for more,
As my tongue twists like Oliver
I'll make it clear with this ryhme that wrote though
I won't be off stage til the mic is in my chokehold
The vocal trip from Soho to Kyoto,
I'll blow for blow, show 'em all,
For an Oranoko
You wanna battle?
Well that's a no, no
You're only so-so
You'd be loco,
To test the virtuoso,
Colloseus MC,
Bout time you cut your loses
The bosses, excavating from remains like in Konosis
I'm digging up the fossils,
Of MC's from the mosses
Accompanied by broken microphones in the process
Turn to artifacts,
Anyone, any description
Irish, French, American
Fuck it, Egyptian
I'm blowin' up
You're like a land mine survivor
Cos you've no legs to stand on,
Coming up against Messiah J
Lemme lay down the law,
So call me Marshall
You said you had skill man,
You couldn't rap a parcel
I kill the bass drum,
Rhyming until the place thumps
The 'A' stuff,
Send fuckin' tremors to your tastebuds