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lyrics
Trample your obligatory soul sample
Dismantle your whole rabble, decipher the code scrambled
Pick that scab until I unravel your bone marrow
Shots across the bow just providing me with more ammo
RE up Player 1, extended play
Rappers' opinions of their place on the leader board are more to their mental age
Aw mate. I'm a lawless reprobate.
I'm always getting hate. And it caused incessant rage
(Sit Down) Soul torturous, practical philosophist
Stone torturer, bleeding tears from a monument
The neck twisting traumatist, head sick and flauntin’ it
Honourless thieves counterfeit ma style and launder it
Sorry do you prefer yir rap topic-less and homogenous?
Fuck off man. Art is meant to be provocative
Put a sock in it. Monotonous raucousness.
Y’all can just paint the town while I tend to be the talk of it
Dead of the night, feeding ma baby, scribbling rhymes, pen in ma hand
A little uptight, unsettling faces - bitumen mind, tenets of man
Shocking spits. Clocking it. Despising the hypothesis
In the playpark with yir tricycle why I'm piloting this rocketship
Stick in the mud. Scribbling words. Pissing it up. Quickening comes.
If we're speaking figuratively lickety split - I'm bigger than Pun
Haha. I’m a prickly cunt
Tell these punks there’s a new candidate for prick of the month
It’s the Ill Somniloquist
Heads bobbin, when I drop this I'm invincible
My iPod shuffles from Bob Dylan to Bobby Digital
Knocked back a few bob for the principle
I’ll take a wrecking ball to yir Bob the Builder flow
And I'm still fucking safe as houses
Some’dy tell these other muckers that I’ve got the place surrounded
Further resistance will only see yir pain compounded
By a loutish pseudo-intellectual, getting blazed and rowdy
Dr Awkward, I’m updating Dr Seus
Since the Cat in the Hat lost his job, went on the bru
And got the hoose littered with drugs and prostitutes
Want the truth? Any verse that you get off me is off the Hook
Emcees chopped in two like a magician's assistant
Dismissed in an instant by this indigenous misfit
‘Thanks Dave’ – no need tae thank me
I’ll have yir maw dressed in black greetin’ intae a hankie
So it’s stand and deliver on the data highway
My mind state, surfing the greatest crime wave
Looking at you sideways, sipping vodka and limeade
Pulling loose threads, your DNA strands unwinding
Futurist, guerrilla scope, moonsuit brave heart
Your spine chopped for tombstones in ma voodoo graveyard
Bone fragment jigsaw, superglue’d brain parts
Dynamite stickman with a screw loose trademark
The Ill Somniloquist
The Ill Somniloquist spilt infinite quips
I skillfully spit split infinitives that kill lyricists
The most fly blazed spitter since the High Plains Drifter
Wise guys brains shiver, Solareye flames shimmer
My name's never spoken by fakes ever
I’m the wise shape shifter I’m the high-grade grifter
By my wine stained liver, I’ll survive
While emoticons cry great rivers and the primates twitter
Gothic sandstone forests to concrete jungles
Swimming with piranhas in a concave puddle
Putting the mundane in the picture frame
Rap rings round virtual rappers ‘til their vision pixelates
Scribbing Sanskrit stanzas to offbeat companions
Ma feet make cracks in the concrete expansion
Discussing local homicide with Ian Rankin
I’m a mentalist in the West in the East I’ll be the radge-est
The Rejected, belly of the beast beneath the Pageant
Brandishing A Brand New Thing to reach the atlas
Classless, yir man just scratched beneath the madness
As sirens wail in streets left by police, abandoned
World leaders find peace demandin’
We’d need Erasmus to lead the Syrian elite to reach Damascus
Aristocrats buried any sign of the least compassion
So their consciences screech from tombs beneath their mansions
I’m half Danger Mouse, half Penfold
Social discourse over thugged-out instrumentals
I’m pissing on the electronic fence post your sitting on so let go
You know I’ve been the illest from the get go
