
Date of issue: 15.03.2016
Song language: English
Doomsday |
The sound sinister |
Administer ways to set the world ablaze |
Tracks flamed |
Untamed bass raps unchained |
Overseer saw the skies turn grey |
Doomsday tidal waves from the US to the UK |
Back against the wall |
I stand tall |
Face the grim |
Blow decibels way past known levels |
My method of madness is this |
Sadness, gladness |
All emotions evoked |
Thoughts provoked |
Beats come cloaked and daggered |
Torn and tattered |
Sleep the dreams |
Dreams get shattered |
Witness sound transformed to matter |
Bone, flesh and plasma |
Bone, flesh and plasma |
It’s ironic |
Beats! |
Bass! |
Bass raps unchained |
Overseer saw the skies turn grey |
Doomsday tidal waves |
Attack tracks rap phantasm |
Kicks and snares hit |
Inflict back spasms |
Necks cracked detached from spines |
Vertebraes and backs |
I paint with language |
Place my verse on canvass |
Sip the spirits |
Lyrics cause wayward shifts to crash like the sirens |
I stalk concrete jungles and prides like lions |
Standing top Mount Zion |
Trying to reach heaven without dying |
I’m riding sound waves like Poseidon |
I clutch tight the trident |
Bugles blare announcing his arrival |
Overseer, overseeing |
Carpe diem seize the day |
Drum track echos twenty thousand leagues away |
I fly Concorde cross Atlantic |
Beats, bass chords cause panic |
Horns forewarn the swarm |
Melodies freeze planets |
Hemispheres severed |
Seas, trees shattered |
Birds, bees scattered |
Earth knocked off its axis |
Forty-five degree slanted |
Arcane old spells |
Wizardry repels |
Lock, stock two barrels and a handful of shells |
Rebellions quelled |
Oceans swell |
Thoughts prevail |
Heaven or Hell |
Bass raps unchained |
Overseer saw the skies turn grey |
Doomsday tidal waves |