Recorded during pandemic lock down February 2020

Nothing To Row

Run With It

From the basements of the Lo ‘till St Helen’s explodes, rolling in dough when the grass going to get mowed, you know the flowing gets slowed you know I’m going to get stoned everyday making my way coasting the low road, I burn a hole in the ozone keep it on for the whole song keep on chooglin  I’m a hooligan and won’t go to school again, see I’m the fool who drunk up all your brew again you should of knew it when you left it in my view it was you again, I’m a rude mother fucker talkin shit out my mouth it’s all true mother fucker you know what it’s about, it’s aboot a million suckers with a hit in their pouch, here’s a clue Mr Mustard couldn’t get Sleuth off the prowl, the heat sparker Peter Parker in your web son the feet starter sleep walker screaming bloody RedRum,  your show was weak it wasn’t worth the fee you know it’s me I heard every word you speak, smoke more beats than empty pockets in the street, Wanna choke hold the queen and cloak the clones my enemies, sending me an endless stream procrastination  convincing me character assassination ......  repeat sloppy beats choppy make a fiend stop drop what’s hot to make your feet stomp, you need some baby c’mon the heat’s on, dribble drool nibble down to the meat bone,  the way your rhyming reminds me of a baby crying, maybe they don’t mind or maybe they were only lying, throttle your gears chug ‘me like bottles of beer more hard core than Van Gogh cutting off his ear,  sculpted rock so hard to stop as tobacco, his art ought to cost more than a Picasso,  drops hot hot as tobasco, come ask poppa to top ya move your ass slow, you never asked though I had to tell you I’m an asshole you boggart, I had to yell you pass the hash yo, and do the Pee Wee Herman got to do the mashed potata my data dates back to the days of beta,  alpha centaur sent your ass to get the paper, grab a whole plate  satisfy the hunger craver, got a soul made to, grind it like a cheese grater, leggo my Eggo I got you begging for the mega watt, me and R2 on a mission back to Degobah...  It’s settled then, I’m just a regular man with a simple plan president of Durga Durga Stan, if I can I threw Iraq at Iran, is Israel really real? Really can’t understand,  have to wear a brand, on the palm of your hand eating spam out the frying pan damn, my next child born named Osama Sadam man, It’s hella stinky, and it’s pumping out my chimney, you can smell it from the LO all the way to Helsinki,  freaky like Friday, vicious I did it my way, sound waves crash like fast cars on the highway,  I see it sideways and it’s actually scaring ya, like Quasar battling Captain America,  mad cattle March blood scatters your lies, a reptile hides in a mammals disguise, no one denies, what they see in real life, realize you walk a sharp steel knife, don’t slip or slice, or get caught in a vice, all that bad advice adds up to the price, act twice, but three times scorned, run for your life and pull the bull by the horns, broke your back, leaped off the cliff jumping, I’m as slick as an oil rig and keep your fist pumping.

Back to Degobah

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Big Brother

UFO Defence Tactics

Secrets Of The Matrix

From the peaks of Adamant mountain to the bottom of Adaman Sea
Earth quake breaks erupt in casualties
Ride casually the tide back to the beach
My rhyme’s a sign of the times inspiring each
And every clever beast it seems to happen to reach
Beats pack a punch from beneath you got what you need
I’ll talk while you head, concoct a new breed
Cut so hard  and slice  it rocks watch fingers bleed
Stop, listen let your head bang if you need
“Who’s that fucking freak with the hair hanging to his knees?”
I’ll bring the jingle jangle while you mingle mangle 
Metaphors to soundboards power chords while you sing the Bangles
Crank up the subwoofer kick out the jams mutherfucker
Everyone slam dance throw your hands up
You should buckle up tuckered out but suck it up
On the ride of your life realize you just upchucked
Butterflies in your gut  something’s not right but what?
Bumps in the nightclub and slice like a knife cuts
You might just find out it’s the right stuff
Ignite when you bust and come tight with the mic cuffed.
A fight could erupt but no biting because
Your eyes’ appetite ain’t in line with your guts’
Grinding your eye teeth I enjoy seeing what
Shines in your eyes like headlights from a speeding truck.

STEAMROLLER tonight the one strike bowler
Bubbly sweet like creamy Cola
Crush but much colder
Slush with ice clutched in my right cup holder
STEAMROLLER feels like you been run over
Suddenly from a hundred ton bolder
Crushed you’ll just fold up
Brushed your life 
Flushed right down the holed up.

I’ve been spinning since the beginning
Filing and feeling a rhythm
Bring a meaning and swinging cymbals with deep incisions
Now I speak with a gleam
And more force than a hundred horse team
Sweating, letting off more steam
My sound beam is clearer than chlorine
Metamorphing ever since I was fourteen
Now I’m the court king 
A recording keyboard fiend
When they cut the electricity my apprentice Igor screams
In a flash my bastardized creature comes alive
In a blast of lightning harnessed through a hundred tangled wires
Mangled and trashed no reprieve from the crime
Raging hell fires
Burn the star spangled liars alive
Make you run for your life 
incite panic 
A manic frenzy ignites
Your fright’s frantic
The hope that the boat won’t float is titanic
The chance that the ship crash lands is gigantic
The Earth planned it
The sky expanded 
Stars standing still gravitate to this planet
Man acted out of the plan and expanded
Spanning the land from Pacific Atlantic.

Like a STEAMROLLER 
Your foot print is a mean motor
Ugly oily slick getting older
Crush we’ll decode ya
In the storm of the war swarms the universal soldier
STEAMROLLER
mine is the gold quota
Struggling your lies getting bolder
Crush your disorder
Still you stuck to the new world order
STEAMROLLER
Tonight the one strike bowler
Bubbly sweet like creamy cola
Crush but much colder
Slush with ice 
clutched in my right cup holder
STEAMROLLER
Feels like you’ve been run over 
Suddenly from a hundred ton Boulder
Crushed and just fold up
Rushed your life flushed right down the hold up.

Steamroller

U hate freedom plus you love being a slave they took your DNA yesterday the blood that you gave at the road block spit swab blood thirsty beat cop choke hold sidewalk outlined with chalk.

U Hate Freedom

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Night falls in the Garden of freezing, take a step of the deck?? Give me a reason.

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