mike turned the page, I burst out of my cage onstage
screaming rage from my rib cage to engage the front page
my hiphop is tip top
less marmalade gangster more audio prankster
unwind your mind and hear the first time
cos I’m disinclined to rewind even with a prime drop sublime
it’s time for effortless success as
I profess to impress with my endlessly lyrical effloresce
one direction?
i am multidimensional
ideology projection
lyrical spectacle
i annoy the congregation in dangerous modern ways
you’d look quite comfortable on Songs of Praise
i’m off the chain like Harry Kane
fuckin bostin like Charlie Austin
with the power of a firing squad
my Holy Roar records are louder than God
you contemplate this ornate literary freight
i’ll create weight to make your soul and bones resonate
one direction?
i am multidimensional
dogmatic perfection
lyrical spectacle
the rhymes I spit are five star venomous
whereas 2 out of 10 for yours would be generous
defying gravity, minds come undone
my words blind and stun the moon and sun
no bling no gun, just grab a loved one for good noises spun
only done when past dawn we’ve overrun
quite the claim to be number one
but seriously son, i invented fun