Brimstone Rock

歌詞

[Verse 1] How do expect me to sleep at night Knowin my people ain't eatin right Gimme a mic, I'll strike with heat like a meteorite Fuck the media hype Scribes sniping at me and mine Megatron clockin Autobots with the eagle eye They got you covered, eye colour to your sneaker size Revolutionaries demonised, Mother Earth colonised Stolen culture commodified Modified genes, each regime modernised Maximum terror, fear and efficiency Military missionaries New age crusades Faith for your misery Minds in the grind No time to meditate on the mysteries of life Can't motivate, drive trapped in the traffic jam Bare-knuckle boxing, brand new caravan I m cat-a-walling like Margarita Prakatan Til Sona Fam go platinum in Pakistan And stack collateral Watch the country bumpkin smash the capital Smack the sabbatical, batter the biblical Smooth I move as a criminal do Beatin' me'll take a miracle dude I'm screwface in the mili-ist mood Make you eat your greens You ain't leavin til you finish your food My outlook is like a villainous view of the near future Beer goggles bottle of brew and the punky brewster, puffin' Taking your title, no discussion Two shades darker Mr Parker on percussion [Verse 2] I m goin global so folk are all approachin' me locally Hoping that I grab the mic, I'm like "Hokily dokily" Straight Ned Flanders Blaze trees and leave dead branches I see red, think left - my mindset's Marxist Overstand and we'll get past this More talk and less carnage Calm and peace The future's bright, the future's the mark of the beast And the devil with a smile is easily the hardest to beat yo I'm here caving my niche so I stand out from the damn crowd at the freak show Find wifey and breeze The system want me on my knees at ninety degrees Picture that? Hell no! I m jet propelled by elbow grease and these squeaky Shell toes Signing on until the twelve blows And if it don t then it s back to the telephone sellin dope Welcome to the terrordome This is where we live Street kids lookin' for a god to make peace with Modern day beatniks Beat digger jazz cats Bag wax, barren lands Bad man, mad max Beyond the Thunderdome Dope with the microphone Dynamo charged up, spark up the hydropo Blow out the ital smoke Choke on a solar flare Blue foot soldier stare colder than a polar bear