out on the road

i'm like a banging migraine but worse, black magic or voodoo curse, when i spit my verse, live my life in reverse, i was born last and i died first, and it still gets worse, get ready for the outburst, everything i do is so diverse, gonna need more than a doctor, gonna need more than a nurse, you're gonna need more than a miracle, gonna need help from forces that are way more than spiritual, not stereotypical, but you might get left critical, ever so pitiful, i'm horrible, dreadful, very despicable, but at the same time, my love for grime is unconditional, i've got the game in my hand like a pile of cash, i've got a unique style and flash, i only deal with a certain style of gash, you've got money but you still look like you belong in a pile of trash, i've got a violent past and i spit fire like a firearm with a silent blast, look, stop running your mouth with all that trap, 'cause i was big in the game before that prat, anybody call my name, i'll call that back, i don't give a fuck about the fame, and i don't care about the name, take mcs out the game, anytime i touch the mic, things won't ever be the same, yo, blud! i'm a lyrical master blaster, mental, disaster, i'm like an rs 7 but a little bit faster, two blinks and i've already pased you, not into no pagan hollywood actor, fuck all the government leaders, fuck all the dead presidents, but that's another factor, mean, vicious, like velociraptor, blowing up like nuclear reactor, i'm big like one of them muscle adverts when they show you a picture of how you look before and after, show respect to your master, or you might end up in some cement and plaster, yuh, and it's the d.e.velopment, yeah, and this one is fucking emotional, i do say, shout-out to the westy on this one, yeah, out to all my people, it's the wunsen ep, yeah, get to know this