Lyrics Tunes Splits the Atom - MC Tunes, 808 State

Tunes Splits the Atom

I’m gonna loosen my lungs
Take a breath
And express
Three quarters of your mind
The tunes will possess
Your only capable thought is a function
The hunger to dance and cause
Human combustion
Make it bang, combinating with slang
Manchester the dance capital of England
The way I swing is close to a sin
Unleash vocal domination like Hendrix on strings
Lyrical, miracle poetical chatter
The raps beefed as the chat gets fatter
You drool at the sound of my lyrical feast
The snare drums the pulls, my tempo’s the heart beat
I take root like a weed in summer soil
Ruff like a Popeye and my microphone’s my Olive Oil
Now as I recharge my vocal cords
I’ll take a pause, 4 seconds to break
As I collect my applause
People get up and get on one, speed is my style
My tongue is the stun gun
I leave jams confused state of panic manic
I’m frantic some say satanic
But that’s chat, I don’t need the spirit of life is feed
Direct attention to the pattern of the drum boil
Delivering tracks for the pleasure of disc jocks
Tunes is here to breathe life into hip-hop
Cool, smooth, but I am hot
Yo
The deeper we get, people relate and sweat
Banging beats for bass for rap with a concept
The way I word my lines my boys kick hard
Booming and bubbling make the ladies say good god
Punks start to front they get verbally scared
Rap selection like shorts and I hold the card
This is the count-down
Systematically melt down
Make you dizzy you’re deluded when you come around
Delete my spell your body rushes when I excel
Make you boogie and your head propel
Now one second excuse me while I style
Collect my thoughts and check my profile
Again I have begun lyrical fun, play my voice
Like the notes on a steel drum
Energy magnet, human conductor
Rap maniac, female seductor
Girls start wiggling, jiggling, giggling
To the Tunes and leave them considering who is the new
Rave, rhyme, genius, mysterious
My tempo’s oblivious
Flesh and bone, Dictaphone vocal tone is my thing
So I can differ from a pop clone
5' 8″ with dimples crush punks likes pimples
Rhyme’s quick but my samples are simple
So concentrate, meditate
Please relate to the state of 808, and combinate
Escalate to a break so you can groove, but get
Heavy like a lead weight
Release my beef
Erase grief
I am the chief
Rock my rhymes and leave punks deceased
Receive vibes from minds I have caressed
Lay jams flat and put bodies to rest
I trade letters send and bend them
Deliver heat, as my DJ blends them
Now I got 2 seconds to break
Take it easy as I translate
I am rated for my rhyme and steel plated lines
Punk you go for yours as I go for mine
Crack heads like eggs on concrete
Freak out like a dog in a field of sheep
Dislocate your feet, make the beat complete
Suckle my lyrics like a lamb to a teat
But don’t step too close ‘cause
Your footing might slip
Trip, fall on you ass and still try to talk shit
Then I will vocally victimise verbally
Emphasize the nature of the beast
With a musical compromise
Between Darren, Price, Massey, and Barker
Built like volcano, the talents the lava, yeah
Now here’s the last count down
As I end it on one