The MC Complex:
Hip hop music... an art form for expression... for crazy, zany, graphic, lyrics.... with no context or meaning... stop me if you've heard this before...
I enter the bank shootin', leave, see your cat and boot him, poison competition like I'm Putin, use a good course as an excuse to start lootin' you get digested when I bring my crew in, swallow you whole without chewin' situation sticky like gluten, you get toasted like a croutons, my brains like Issac Newton's.
Monday through Sunday, everyday my gun spray
Fill you with more lead then a pencil, leave you laid on the floor as a chalk stencil,
I got the mafia after ya,
It's the mobs job to kill you for running your gob you worthless slob, they'll leave you a boneless blob, useless like a phoneless snob.
Mental crisis, decided to join ISIS, so buy this, I can tell you the day you die is, the first of July bitch don't need a bomb when I can kill you with my fist, cutting up thy wrist then make you drink my piss, the secret to life is
Worshipping me, you see I'm Godly, me and my squad we,
Buy a ticket for a raffle, scope out the prizes to gaffel, grab all the money and baffle, shoot up the nuns and climb the church hall scaffold, Revilo the king of the castle, rob shit with no hassle,
Klepto, in the ghetto majestic like a pet doe, never gonna let go
Of the jackpot I robbed from the local crack spot, a laptop, some gold, £6mil and a black yacht.
Dodge taxes, lodge axes
In the necks of MP's, Revilo another one of those MC's making empty threats
On the embassies and my enemies.
I'm sicker than ligma, make you question life like Edward Nygma, my stigma is that I'm a rap enigma, forget
Revilo, I'm the fucking Devil yo, hypnotising you with my clever flow, I'll never show signs of
Weakness, others be scared to speak this, because if they do they'll get hit with a sneak diss.
I'm magic like Gambit, tragic like Hamlet, Informative like a pamphlet, I'll take your style and cramp it, my style remains like a lamp, lit.
Gallop like a horse with a clip clop and nay naughty by nature like hip hop hooray and still you can find me at the chip shop today but I walk in flip flops and pray
That I can get more money, the streets of Hull are rarely sunny, my gun pop and you hop like a bunny
Because my gun be killer, Revilo as solid as a pillar no one is iller
Sicker than cancer, make you move like a dancer or prancer, you're as small as a hamster I charge you down like a lancer,
The MC Complex spitting random shit without context, speaking out at concerts,
Subjects of cancel culture, you guys are like chickens to our vultures,
So this rhyme is ultra grim, because I see the future of rap and the future looks dim,
All our talent getting criticised, even though most of what we spit is lies,
Whatever happened to free speech? Look at this chaotic situation of which we reach...
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Unreleased 2020 (Jesus in Trouble Era)
Poetry2020 marked my return to writing rhymes after a 2 year hiatus It was a year full of ambition and a lot of preparation for projects that up until now I had no intention of bringing into the light of day. Here's an assortment of projects I worked on...
