
Date of issue: 22.03.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Divine Rights of Kings |
Its either sink or swim get ripped limb from limb |
We stuck with this through thick and thin (Argh) |
And we the kings of kings |
So bow down, now, pucker up kiss the ring (Mwah) |
Its either sink or swim get ripped limb from limb |
We stuck with this through thick and thin (Argh) |
And we the kings of kings |
So bow down, now, pucker up kiss the ring |
My acapellas are an act of terror, mad professor |
Drill sergeant’s skulls with a Black and Decker |
Anorexic man possessed with Samson’s strength |
Pull the Pillars of Hercules back together |
Taken for granted like genies and jinns |
Swallow live grenades pick my teeth wit the pin |
The father of lies |
Tried to commit suicide slicing my wrist it only sharpened the knife |
(Homie) larger than life, got you trembling shook |
I’m fishing with President Bush’s head on a hook |
(Cursed) who inherits my looks |
Spark forest fires flame breathing down your neck of the woods |
If the crowd stand still, their scared stiff |
Forget Eve I made the Blair Witch from my spare rib |
Creations master stroke |
Scrutinised Medusa’s eyes, was only left with a heart of stone |
I’m from parts unknown |
Lay undiscovered for a hundred thousand years in Antarctic snow |
Twisted S.O.B microphone fiend |
I’m the one you hear but don’t see |
My picnic’s a few sandwiches short |
You get dispatched and put back in contact with the source |
We carry the torch |
You scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours with adamantium claws |
I was sent here from the future to serve my mission alone |
Descendent of medusa turning my optician to stone |
I write lines in poisonous lead |
My overpowering presence replaces the voice in your head |
Keep body parts refrigerated |
I got attitude — replaced cabin crews parachutes wit pillowcases |
Integrated with the matrix |
Fight myself rapidly moving between two different places |
Knowledge trapped in forgotten chapters |
Crossed the atlas with prehistoric packs of Velociraptors |
Yo… I solve codes and impossible puzzles |
Run rings round you like 2-player Sonic and Knuckles |
Inflicting multiple injuries |
Open my mouth and unleash vultures and killer bees |
Vocals will blow you to smithereens |
Head grows a new body if you sever my throat with a guillotine |
Deflecting military firing squads |
I was an atheist until I finally clocked that I was God |
Tongue tied in knots mouth shut with iron locks |
Brain seeps from my skull thinking outside the box |
Searching Firefox to murder cyber cops |
Break the Bill Gates smash the windows and burgle Microsoft |
Don’t get your wires crossed you’re far from the truth |
No geek I’m just infinitely smarter than you |
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This Is Where | 2010 |
Who Goes There | 2010 |
Don't Wanna Be | 2010 |
Straight Jacket Immortals | 2010 |
For the Hate | 2010 |
Next Level | 2010 |
Returmination | 2010 |
Broken Window | 2010 |
Axe of Violence | 2010 |
Event Horizon ft. Crooked I | 2010 |
Open Mic Surgery ft. Ill Bill, Dark Star | 2010 |
Life Support | 2010 |
Strange Deranged ft. Reain | 2010 |
The 'n Word' | 2010 |
I Know | 2010 |