Lyrics Inert Explosions - dan le sac, Scroobius Pip

Inert Explosions

Verse One:
When I spit, intensity intensifies
My thoughts contort inside
The thought behind my eyes are bought in simple rhymes
The rest are galvanised, ingested and applied
The waste then ostracised, potential realised
Not a potential to speak as speaking works
But a potential of those very words then by the listener heard
These words, that in my head, once meant nothing at all
Now flow with the full force of a waterfall
And that’s enough force to break the death star
Then I gotta pause, and take a breath
That’s better now, let’s put some words together
Put that letter with this letter till we get a better set of words
A sentence, or maybe even a verse
That we can write and rehearse, and then recite till it hurts
Pack it tight till it bursts, if it feels right then it works
A need to try this in verse, leaving the riot inert
(Frozen) Frozen in a different time
(Chosen) Chosen as a vessel for this stringent rhyme
(Supposing) Supposing we all have these things inside
(Explosion) An explosion’s all you need to make this rhyme benign
As I lay rhymes on this beat my
Pen-shaped sword cuts deep this sheet and
If it cuts too deep to take I
Pray the Lord my pen won’t break.
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Verse Two:
This internal spontaneous combustion engine
This evil grandiose, eruption pending
Inside all of us, comatose and hibernating
Until you overthrow the demon at the gate that’s waiting
And when you do, it all just flows through
The roads have no queues, no one can slow you
It’s bright, there’s no hue, the sights are in view
It’s tight and it’s true, each line feels so new
You sit down and write, write, write right now
On your laptop type, type, type now
Everything feels right, right, right now
And you won’t stop and you don’t stop x2
Spoken Word:
How’re you gonna get lost inside a place that you know better than
Any other person in the world, it ain’t clever man?
And what was it that made you get stuck in this riddle?
Before you answer, sip the question a little
As I lay rhymes on this beat my
Pen-shaped sword cuts deep this sheet and
If it cuts too deep to take I
Pray the Lord my pen won’t break.
x4