Grime

Lyrics

[Verse 1: ClockworC] Grime automaton Ripping the blinders off Wait for the paid note of [age you'll?] plot Thickens I'm sticking to clicking rifles Sniping pigeons My head ink ain't taking my digits Carving 6's in your figment Imagine that Pulling that rabbit up outta my hat Betta pack yo bags and dash Got in the hole He got thrown Get away Show time and spend your soul That wascally wabbit is wearing my watch and you're running right after him asking for more No such lucky You cuck cuck I'mma mindfuck you like buttfucks Here's what you lack what wha wha? Bet you wish could think fast [scene} A huh bruh this ain't for no dome fucks trolling Y'all been living up under a bridge While I be burning them up and strolling No condolence I'm molded Unholy image contorted I'm roaring shadow in your house of glass you built on sand and snow And yes it's mеlting and sinking my pill with dust is appealing Two years [sensity thе grab me a mammy?] And none of those bitches you thought you were pleasing please Make like yo dignity and leave Call me to praise I'll be turning her a penis Sweeping you all up off your feet with these [Hook ClockworC] This is the death of every sale of yourself in your life This is the death of pacifism let our fists fly This is the death of the masters cast a shadow on the night This is the death of you and the resurrection of grime Resurrection of grime This is the death of you (x2) And the re-sur-rec-tion of grime [Verse 2: Mr.Grey] This is a call to arms Somebody better sound the alarm Risen from the gutter you bloody wankers been warned Like the pulse pulsing through my veins Buried in the center of my planet Sleep until awoken Hour weekly verses in my wake Born and then primate Never leave the wasteland But once was a pristine state my clean slate history has changed Staple landscape looking like the land of honey and bread Battle up the gods So I scrape my soul to reshape the soil Young guns breath of a two-headed dragon Sick of staying stagnant Fuck you little maggots Drag you down the stream Dispose of you fucking faggots Phoenix got my fix like I'm taking acid tablets Third eye open wide Resurrection of crime and it's grime time Go-go gadget or you last in line Horny redefined by what I did with my time Evolved and paradigm until the world's collide crime [Hook ClockworC & Mr.Grey] This is the death of every sale of yourself in your life This is the death of pacifism let our fists fly This is the death of the masters cast a shadow on the night This is the death of you and the resurrection of grime Resurrection of grime This is the death of you (x2) And the re-sur-rec-tion of grime [Verse 3: ClockworC] Listening for it now re-clock Be blaring in your system Listening close and now my vocal bomb through skulls Like nitroglycerine My mission Never be missionary position Bury dicking all the fairest bitches in the land Are laughing grant they wishes hah McKnots in my pocket are breaking a couple of locks Never be on pops Like oh these bars are bland Mean nothing to me Fuckery they just for show Control they think that they had is just remotes that lead to 'lusions oh There's only one it's me I'm god mode I Kama Sutra world [Verse 4: Mr. Grey] Hey dumb-dumbs Yeah you got all the thumbs You barking up the wrong tree Bring pain to your chrome domes Robots led to the disassembly line They assembled my ensemble Take the waters of the jungle while societies grovel Uprises and crumble Backed some patience and humble With some ready to rumble Solid stares never stone pope This is the death of everything you'll ever know I resurrect and remote Lead you to the catacombs And change the way the cattle roam [Hook ClockworC & Mr.Grey] This is the death of every sale of yourself in your life This is the death of pacifism let our fists fly This is the death of the masters cast a shadow on the night This is the death of you and the resurrection of grime Resurrection of grime This is the death of you (x2) And the re-sur-rec-tion of grime