Perfect Crime

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mantra] Sub-terrain hurricane, I am the unexplained Play your numbers, I guarantee you the fun and games Will fuck with your eyesight Like a right hook to your blindside in a prize fight with iron Mike Tyson might And I am the type that could happily die on the mic I'm like TLC, forever keep my left eye on the mic And I'ma write this dynamite until the beat gets old 'Til I'm retired or at least until my feet get cold 'Til the respect fold, actually, fuck it If I was rapping for other people I'd have never begun it I don't rap for the fans, I don't rap for the critics I rap for the love and I love it if you happen to feel it A handful of kids are down to hang like a stalactite It's not enough just having rhymes, you gotta have the appetite And that is why Mantra fly like a satellite Keeping that shit live, feed 'em rap to keep the fans alive [Chorus: Mantra & Louis Logic] Sentences so sick, they should be serving time We walk the line instead of working for a worthless dine We should be in the pen for penning such perfect rhymes Perpetrator of the perfect crime This isn't something you can learn with time This ain't the type of gold you can simply search and find We should be in the pen for penning such perfect rhymes Perpetrator of the perfect crime [Verse 2: Louis Logic] I never cut corners, still I'm well-rounded On a search for perfect I got much warmer And then I yelled "found it!" But I hate ego and might as well drown it In countless 12-ounces pounded 'til I find myself grounded Down with weak sauce and half-efforts, so common to rap records Who the hell turns the heat off in bad weather? So you write songs with the least thought? That's clever Let's skip the peace talks and see which of us kicks ass better I treasure the mean songs that I have done It seems wrong but I guess the fans do too, the way they pirate them Your favourite hired gun who gets paid supplying fun ways To make a biting punk wanna take his life and jump Jump up and get down There's many a nut in the pub who love the sick sound So put up 20 bucks on this round for the king clown Your head ain't big enough for this crown [Chorus: Mantra & Louis Logic] Sentences so sick, they should be serving time We walk the line instead of working for a worthless dine We should be in the pen for penning such perfect rhymes Perpetrator of the perfect crime This isn't something you can learn with time This ain't the type of gold you can simply search and find We should be in the pen for penning such perfect rhymes [Verse 3: Mantra, Louis Logic & Both] Still looking for a worthy target, two good eggs in a bad market Where double act means another rap slash scam artist Ain't got no gats in the crew, but if you're asking to lose You can Catch 22 just like Alan Arkin We chase the light, but roam into the darkness If home is where the heart is, then we'll open up your carcass Even unconscious, we speak brilliant nonsense The monstrous Mandiggy and Louis Logic 2 truly unruly artists who came to break the mold We liberated the cake it holds and ate it whole We put a face on bold, the brave captains of innate rappin' They wanna take our souls? It ain't happenin' I hope you're strapped into your chairs Phone your chaplain and ask him to fit ya into his prayers Folks are clappin', rappers'll begin to despair Hope's collapsin' for tacklin' such an infamous pair [Chorus: Mantra & Louis Logic] Sentences so sick, they should be serving time We walk the line instead of working for a worthless dine We should be in the pen for penning such perfect rhymes Perpetrator of the perfect crime This isn't something you can learn with time This ain't the type of gold you can simply search and find We should be in the pen for penning such perfect rhymes Perpetrator of the perfect crime