Lyrics Mental Clix - Ramson Badbonez, DJ Fingerfood, Leaf Dog

Mental Clix

Illegal streaming, greezy like graffiti on these London streets
A bunch of weasels acting cheesy when we fucking meet
Tucked in seats under frequencies that can’t be read
Manacle angles like the angry Pepparami’s legs
Mental Clix float across the consciousness grid
To never stop like the building blocks in Tetris
Homo Erectus stack the chalk lines
My role is a spirit being no need for tour guides
Four eyes in bar fights
Watch the glass fly, fly away like aircrafts in R-Type
White spark plugs, ass plugs in dark mud
Masters are so old they bark rust and fart dust
Hypnodic ultrasonic music makes the heart pump
Sluts with large cunts hunt for money in large sums
Don’t get it misconstrued like some shitty pigeon soup
Think of the fingerfood being mixed up in the stew
Hypnodic ultrasonic music makes the heart pump
Sluts with large cunts rump for money in large sums
Every little thing I do don’t get it misconstrued
Puss' rappers talking bout my rhyme’s tight
Getting caught in side the porcupine vagina
«See now, I’m serious, must be delirious…»
Fuck this, fuck that, most of these fools I brand scum
Switching up my physical form like
My lines connect like electric pylons
There’s a few minutes before they blow like time bombs
Who’s with us, always finding out when the shine’s gone
Hear 'em slowly fading away like a bell’s gong
The pearl of longevity is the key
I analyze your mind state like therapy
Telling me they rhyme great but blind to what fate will be
Make no mistake you won’t escape from me
Bars like Fort Knox, sabotage you like burnt crops
Wet spots flow like the rhyme when they heard dogs
See the herd flock to the next fight
Control where you’re going next to the words in my rhyme pad
Find yourself with a complex like a true slag
Don’t take it out of context like a news rag
Headline, its way past your bedtime’s
While you sleep I look for loops like we did wind chimes