Call Me Mr Matik

(Hook)
Quick and rapid, you can call me Mr Matik
My lyric technique is complex and systematic
I phoned up mayhem tell him grip the matic
Splashing MC's head tops, and leave 'em in the attic!
Quick and rapid, you can call me Mr Matik
My lyric technique is complex and systematic
I'll phone up Jeremiah tell him grip the matic
Splashing MC's head tops, and leave him in the attic!

(Verse 1)
My brain is full up with baking thoughts
Like breaking jaws
And chasing people around the room
And then snapping bones with blatant force
When I'm breaking laws
I'm dressed in black, I'll break in doors
Use my nose to find the treasure
Cannabis crops I'm taking yours
[?] and stack the paper
Then fuck off back to nature
Pack my bags, say goodbye
Leave the country, catch you later
I'm a disaster maker
You're a dirty masturbator
In a rave don't get brave
You ain't no [?]

I know tantric hypnosis
When I see girls I grip those tits
She made my dick go stiff and now she's screaming
"It's so big!"
I don't wanna kiss those lips
I'll open her legs and grip those hips
I made your girl cum
You know my tongue don't lick those clits
And I think so sick
And I make my P when I pimp those chicks

I don't flip no bricks
And I don't do crack or sniff no shit
My quick flows sick
You got a shit flow prick
I'll make an MC show me his hands
Then pull out my knife then slit those wrists
When I bring the force
I'm freezing cold like in a morgue
I'll swing for jaws with ninja swords
And leave you fucked like intercourse
Pour acid in your corpse
Dissect you into fours
Use petrol burn the pieces
And leave you sprinkled in the floors

When I bring the pain
Inject poison in your vain
Stick my axe inside your head
Stab a [?] goes in your brain
We don't think the same
I'll swing a blade straight in your face
And then dig a hole about six foot deep
And leave you face down in your grave

Mr Trau-man-a-matik I'm a formin-abid-able avenger
With an evil, angry, vicious, violent
Extro-dinarily bad temper
Mr Trau-man-a-matik ele-elemental member
Come through with a kung fu technique
And I'll stick your face in a blender

You can call me Mr Traumatik
Born the 24th of November
I'll challenge any contender
Chinese torture, make 'em surrender
I've got an evil agenda
I'm a twisted evil offender
Kung fu kick when I enter
Leave MCs in a medical centre

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
I show emotions when I'm speaking
Its not just words, init
The government are talking shit
I wouldn't believe a word of it
Just be strong and positive
We're going through the worst of it
Your thoughts become reality
Your words are like a curse, init

Telekinesis and telepathy, I'm learnin' it
When people talk about me
My ears start to burn init
Paradise is near, but people ain't deservin' it
The earth is like a living being, we're about to murder it

My slave name is Marcus
You can call me Traums
The government, they're killing us
With man-made storms
Artificial viruses, mutated forms
No fairy tales I'm not talking unicorns
They're killing us with chem-trails
And fluoride in your water
Your food is full of toxins
And it's causing mental torture

My slave name is Marcus
You can call me Trauma
All I see is chaos, hatred and disorder
Intergalactic energies, altering your anatomy
One hundred [?]
Spinning round the galaxy

The earth is giving birth
To a being called humanity
It's going to be messy
Loads of blood and loads of agony
It's going to be chaos
Loads of violence, loads of anarchy
All I see is hatred, jealousy and vanity
People use brutality aggressively and savagely
My speciality is practically insanity

This new-world strategy
Is killing us dramatically
They use analogies
And dumbin' us down gradually
So don't be sad if someone dies
Don't cry it's not a tragedy
Death is an illusion, all there is, is immortality
Try challenge me
I research fanatically
When it comes to deepness, no-one's in my category
Now I see the clarity
Life is like a holographic virtual reality