Lyrics Anti Convo - Ramson Badbonez, DJ Fingerfood, M.a.b

Anti Convo

Guiding the turbo hyper drive cycle
And diving through wormholes into dirt roads
church clothes, burning internal inferno
I chose this molted mould and multiple sclerosis
Cold hypnosis, pungent and potent corrosive vagitosis
Ravaging weddings like fat brides in leather tights
Reconcile, memorise on flash drives, essential terabyte
Mega wild and desensitised
Like hype, like mice on crack
Guys object to pedophiles with death by ferret bites
Gentrifying by global social experiments
Settlements stole by delegates
Spoken beckoned with local impediments
Go accepting the graveyard challenge
And play out the Braveheart by the most vanishing radar scanning
Snatch a rapper out their (SKIRTS!)
And expose 'em for what they’re (WORTH!)
Hurling a sword from out the dirt
To murk all pervs for lurking on my turf
Nocturnal radical and astral projections
No burning candles or incense give birth to natural inception
Swift receptor, splitting milliseconds into sections
Threatened MC’s try and wet from the middle of by-section
Celibrate rhymers hollering like swallow-izzle
Cus they can’t spit, retarded lethargic markets who hit them (TAR PITS!)
Karate body blows, or comatose host for a hollow ghost
Emotionless vocal
Crash the arrows from your long bow agenda
And vendetta anti-convo
Flying through on Marty’s hoverboard, legs spread, middle fingers raised
Back from the future to shoot at imbeciles up in this game
M (DOT!) A (DOT!) B, obnoxious is the name
A unit of lunatics moving through because this kid’s deranged (LIKE!)
Sit with the fam, twisting rizlas and envisioning grands
While laying cuts like Edward, no scissors in hand
While the stamina of amateurs is limited
Man, my drive is high, there’s a difference in rap
I break it down like a dealer with a brick of the sniff into grams
Fitting it ham, what they talk about is next to the limitation
Literally spam, my vision is spanned, its so wide with both eyes
God can’t see the mission and plans
And as a kid my exam results were under C’s
But I stay afloat with the sober scene that’s under siege
Especially writers biting like Tyson or a bunch of fleas
They say they holding two straps with two clips like dungarees (PLEASE!)
I’ll demonstrate what a murder is when I murder this (ON BEATS!)
I’m hard bodies as a turtle is (HEAT!)
Coming hotter than furnaces (MY WEED IS GREEN!)
Smothered in blotches of those purple bits
Cus I stay high, looking over my city like Ally Pally
With more bars than Ibiza, Aiya Napa or Faliraki
And its so shabby, family Manny to Bristol
Cus the buses that smoking and as I crack him on crystal
Smack a rapper out their (SKIRTS!)
And expose 'em for what he’s WORTH!)
Draw a sword from out the dirt
To murk a twerp for stepping on my turf