Death Moves

Don't get me started
The new wave sound retarded
What d'you mean I can't say retarded?
Whole world's gone spasticated
What you an expert in spastic behaviour now?
Next you'll be telling me I'm not special
Yeah, it's kind of dreadful
Is-it's just a vessel
P-p-play the game son
What you think that I get my name from?
Man a get a cold monkey shoulder now
You can break all the rules and not change one
Back to square uno
Wrap them up, pack your bag for the bureau
Heard about this and that but
End of the day they didn't do the do though
Shame that, that's some shit you can't claim back
Can't say jack, can't change the fact that you're regurgitating that same crap, now
It's hard to stay inspired
Or maybe it's the way I'm wired
Or maybe its the way I'm made
But that wave you're on is just a waste of fire
Hold up, you'll never turn me into a product
Swear to god he got knocked out still got up
See the way the boy work rate, just shut up
Shit, I didn't even mean to blow the whole squad up
Duh duh duhdu, add another dollop, wallop
Everything I've said man I've honoured
Put the whole game on its head with the fodder
Oh gosh, that's a lot of gash you've swallowed
*coughing*

As I was saying, these lot love a bit a drama playing
In the background, and they can't live without it
That mind control, and that darn brain (Mmmm)
Only human, gotta work on your own improvement
You can move on the day to day or
Sign up, join a movement
And upgrade to a humanoid
And join all the slaves who stayed employed
And pump babies out and let strangers raise them
Cos you ain't got time and there ain't a choice
And you're pissed cos you think the whole world's against you
And it is convincing, you're paranoid
Mad annoyed cos you want that ride and die chick
To shake that shit like a polaroid, I know
It's not real, can't convince them they've got pills
Mix them into your routine
Crush 'em into your square meals
Tell me how does that d-dat'that there feel
Knocking back with them spare wheels
Spare me all of them details
All I care about are these force fields
Oi
Death moves
Defibrillators and test tubes
You flick the pages I fill them up
I've been sick for ages, your rent's due
Flight mode, silky smooth as my night robe
Still rock a crack in my iPhone
While I unicycle that tightrope
Ay

The fuck you writing?
You lot are so unexciting
How'd you get so fuckin boring?
How'd you be so uninspiring?
Your whole style is uninviting
Go on keep on typing, we'll see who's smiling
Spread fear can't tell me shit
Yeah, get it lit cos I'm a fucking vibes-man (yeah)
Bars o'clock, but only when you think that we've started off
I never knew hip-hop would take me this far
When I get goin' it's hard to stop
And I never got along with lady luck
So don't be surprised if she pass you up
I got 6 million ways to die in my head
You got 300 mics in my larger top, now
Turn it up, tickle that red till they're burning up
Boy ain't scared like Bernie Mac, north London B-neck murderer
On these steps might rock up the vertebrae, herbala
Fetch an interpreter
Why would you wanna life of servitude when you could just work on the Merkaba?
For me, it's all about the curvature
They ain't nothin but part of the furniture
Every mark that I make stay permanent
Come kneel at the church of the worshippers
Make a meal out of anything I dirty up
Work it out, don't take it personal
Especially when I bust the proverbial, it's terminal
But let's just burn it all down

Wow! Is it? Really? Now?
Wow! Is it? Really? Now?
Wow! Is it? Really? Now?
Wow! Is it? Really? Now?
Wow! Is it? Really? Now?