Grime Music in Cockaigne

Motifs Of A Flow Thief

The motifs of a flow thief are so brief, they try to bite this style but I leave them with no teeth, when I murder their careers, there's no one around to show grief

I know most you rats envy sales, y'all be chasing the cheese, yeah get that Wensleydale, but the raps you release are criminal, call your albums empty jails, in this industry, only a few talented men prevail

And once you're careers over, there ain't a resurgence, your rhymes either suck or they're fresh like detergent, but you know the score, I've been mister raw Lenor since before I made my emergence

The DJ called my record Rice Krispies because it snap, crackle and pop, I'll write a trillion rhymes, win a rap battle and drop

You know I'm always dropping these guillotine rhymes that chop heads, the only time people show an interest in you dropping is when you drop dead, all you little drug addicts just sit and pop meds, dying before you get a chance to cop bread

So when you go out clubbing and rave hard, you're more than likely going to end up in the grave yard. Y'all think you're winning battles against me? Charging at me like Braveheart but up my sleeve I keep an ace like Motörhead's fave card

Yeah it's a spade and I'll use it to dig the grave where your body will be laid, this is one fire of which you wished you never played, I'll char you just as quick as your enduring memory fades

To your credit, I saw your rhymes in my local bookstore, they were sitting right there in the catagory "recommended for ages 1-4" so it better be a little engaging, that's not an audience you want to bore, but you should call them lullabies because they make readers want to snore

And yet I'm the one who the people doze on? Or maybe I'm just so cold that there eyelids are frozen, maybe if I bring a little more heat they'll defrost and their eyes will open

Ha ha, you wack ass rappers suck like leaches, lyrics this smooth are out of your reaches, these rhymes will leave your mind fuzzy like peaches and then your brain becomes granulated like the sand on the beaches, you're looking at an Emcee that practices what he preaches, you better study the technique he teaches

Revilo's here to make these rappers who sin sorry, I had to throw all their unholy songbooks into a bin lorry

I had a dream I was bit by a biter, I told him he couldn't put out fire if he was a fire fighter

I destroy these dim cliques that mimic gimmicks, when they steal a limerick, they receive a chin kick

Even their girlfriends laugh at how embarrassing their boys get and they laugh even harder when I dunk his head in the toilet

Close the lid and press the turd flusher, that's what you deserve fucker for being a nerve plucker!

Inspired by Young Zee's "Nerve Plucker"