Welcome to the whistle test you'd best swim hard to keep abreast Master the fast blast in your chest Prepare your derrière to fare with the best Personality matters more than skill? that the reality saddening it chills can't get no skrill unless I spit about blood spilling, then I make a killing twirling a moustache like a cartoon villain otherwise I'm on the bench like Krillen no amount of solar flares can get them to care no mass appealing spitting over space that needs filling having a blast staring at the glass that makes up the ceiling second billing To rappers that lack the dapper patter I spit in plentitude Humour from the crapper so dumb that I'm resenting you so I'm venting through these beats and bars Even though I'll never have the teeth and cars I'll take a leaf from KRS and pave my own path to success Even though I'm not blessed I'll keep on emptying my chest Wearing the crest of the cat when I charge at a test no ratatarat I work hard to be the best Drop that beat right down like gravity start too hard it'll result in a tragedy Cut too deep and create a cavity Instead I'll hang loose with the bangers like the sword of damocles by a hair, as if you care no respect for a classic It's all hashtags now Nas would never make it with Illmatic in this climate, he'd be stuck up in the attic where till the end of his days he's inhabit Cos quality control is a distant dream when it has to compete with fiscal schemes And it doesn't matter how hot you hit it how much steam There just isn't a place for you on the team What happened to the days of artist development? That seems to me to be the forgotten fifth element it's about as inconspicuous as an elephant theres a distinct lack of relevance, let alone eminence in todays life, they fake taking part in a movement despite their resources we see little improvement It's just something we've come to accept. And after a while we forget Well, fuck that, here's a new idea I'm done with that shit, now I see clear Won't whore myself out for a hit but have no fear The king will have his sphere. it's the premiere of the cat without peer lyrical bullets, in my bandolier The cynical can pull it I'll sneer as I smear The zeitgeist I'll commandeer Welcome to to the whistle test.

If you stand in the way of greatness Burn! peddle cliches, purveyor of fakeness Burn! turn, and get in bed with the worms! Burn Guess i gotta get some shit off my chest, Yes, I've got a gift, yes, I've been blessed but not by god as far as I can see, whatever it was didn't put that tree there for eve. I built this skill through dedication and practice technical developments so no one can match it So don;t use faith to take that away from me cos as far as I can see, theres no capital H in he fuck the industry, while I'm at it, they've fallen on bad habits driven by mathematics till nothing but static can inhabit the airwaves! Give some time to the greats! And maybe a little less for those who preach hate through a techno beat, or what ever it is now I can't keep pace with the faceless no way no how no meow from this cat I disavow this worm chow that's on the prowl the sad twats, to whom I refuse to bow It just makes me sick that we ride on the dicks Of the sad sorry pricks that stick it in Spitting their schtick without a flicker of a ticker patience, for them wearing thin. They talk a lot of shit about how we're all in the struggle and how only way through is to keep your head down and hustle or act as muscle for those who can and they preach this message to a globe of fans poisoning the minds of our next generation Turn the women into objects that suffer starvatio n While men can't defend from spiritual castration they fall to temptation victims of predation From the bankers, who own the tv stations that pump out propaganda to alien nations And if you speak up be prepared for flagellation I hope for your sake you've got the skin of a crustacean I'd like to say it ends with revolution but how do we know there isn't a more final solution all it take is a misguided grasp of evolution well, that or we die from all the pollution and the thing is, it's not too late to make a change and rearrange world but instead we hate going to war and whoring out the souls of our young for silver to place on the politicians tongues Don't you think thats fucked up? even a bit hot tip, don;t ever let the stepford smile slip make sure you've got the grit to deliver hit after hit or you might as well quit

Just one world, passing us by waving goodbye as we poison the sky Just one world, and it's a mess this is our generations test This is our generations test This is our generations test Just one world, and it's a mess this is our generations test sitting in a room, living out a cliche smoky smell just another green day try to maintain but my brain functions astray parts of me's thinking this habits passé should let it fade away but I reconsider Wait and see what the day deliver Don't wanna be chopped liver, prime fuck giver shiver three times like the blue danube river Sharp like mercy giver on my better days better for mixing letters unfettered prime to pave the way in a world that obsessed with 50 shades of grey just might bide my time in a viridian daze Conjure up theories pose queries about the nature of life while wasting it, we should tasting it's flavours Even the parts where we wish we had erasers that in our heads seem to be so soundtracked by "debaser" gulp it down with a chaser face the facts and put pen to paper You might turn out to be a creator Just cut out the couch potato You gotta understand that I'm my own man No peter pan I stand like David Lo Pan Not tan, but I bring the heat make you drip sweat sticking my tongue out, sweet I'm peeping at greatness through jade tinted glasses gonna be reaping the fakeness through shades of grey *hint hint* iconoclastic On a fast trip through the rude crude attitudes of the hard dicks that don;t pass shit, more evil than daleks, step into my tardis, whip up a solution stop the heart of darkness causing pollution Uncover the dark shit thats choking the air Them put em on a trial that fair Then we take over! and change the pace no range rovers all about the urban places Little kids, with smiles all across their faces no homophobia, sexism or racists Nice dream, but face it, it's hard graft We prefer drinking smoking chilling, having a laugh We throw in the towel, instead of committing to a craft Sweat for the wetlands? you've gotta be daft See, this is why I don't Identify with other gals and guys, don't know why I try theres gotta be an easier way to make a point To initiate discussion without smoking two joints We can;t keep pushing it back, saying later cos the worlds problems won't fade into vapour You don't seem to be much of of a mover or shaker writing "save the trees" on rainforest paper oh, you've made a million for worldwide distribution? heh, cute, that'll stop the pollution shake up the corrupt institution what a contribution! sure fire solution! inspire revolution!

Stomp this beat into submission like Godzilla flow that'll make tokyo my bitch i spit thrillers all killer, no filler Precision incision I'm a driller keep it concise I'm a distiller Not bad for vanilla So come at me bro, but prepare for battle I've got an arsenal of mastery you've got sabre rattling so, spot prattling and get in the ring So I can spit sonic atomic badda boom badda bing Lemme zoom right in, for the filling blow if you call yourself a king prepare to be overthrown If you think you're a god I wouldn't boast. Heaven doesn't need another holy ghost. Seek out a challenge, and devour rise up like a tower mutant super powers allow me to see your kryponite factor You call yourself a gangsta I call you an actor Everyday your hustling diss makes feathers ruffling this truffle better be shuffling, I'm just sayain no tuffling My tongue making a noise you can't compete with Why stand up to the future? please remain seated long way to go till my check list is completed sure by the end I'll be far from undefeated still, I've got the will to persevere till the end not knowing what might come round the bend not gonna say I'm not afraid I won;t play pretend I'm not gonna front like I've got another other other Benz Never pushy with the messages that shoot from my pen these pussies make me laugh like a comedienne Custom 1.2's down the highway, pissing up the wall "stay the fuck outta my way" They talk about gunplay then hold it sideways Because of these bitches i stick to the byway I'm so tired of music thats uninspired beamed down from the spire lacking any kinda fire So dire, without desire or passion they all behave as slaves to fashion dashing any hope of true innovation it seems our dreams are stuck at assimilation Revivial this, reboot that, robotic renovation Even the artist's are farcical need music education Read a fucking book! next time you write a hook Take a deeper look then locate you own nook That way, I might not fall asleep When your new new shit drops it might be worth me taking a peep Cos whether you like it or not, people take note Of the shit that you say so pay heed when you gloat about your ten houses or we might start to doubt what you've wrote douse the drought of bountiful beats to Self promote

Table, Bar Table, Bar Taxi, Car Locked door? under the stars Inebriated fated to be elated bellys sticking out inflated no shame our brains are Liquidated I wake up, my head is spinning all my friends in a daze, sleepily grinning Is this it? is it the end of our innings? Or is this just the beginning of the sinning? I don't know but I'll go with the flow Tales overflow from last nights patrol much money we blow putting on a show for the honey now we're paying for it this death is slow but we stand defiant, hair of the dog stand up to giants like the clog in the bog from there we throw care to the wind we could up up skinned or back round the rim We don't know, but thats half the fun We're and dumb need rum in our tums. Forget about pressure dropping down on us as long as we catch the nights last bus We'll be fine, dining on kebab with wine benign until we call a cab Then we'd make it back routine. We deliver these results relatively slick clean but then some nights, we aren't so tame Life just becomes another silly game and we play to win, so tay out of our way we feel like gods, stomp with feet of clay seize the day

Cool, cool cool cool I wish that I was cool like you in a day glo daze, subtle as a typhoon living life with little malaise delivering cute haikus While I'm drenched in sweat, extending my bayous up to the heavens, on a basis seven eleven in search of a recession from this depression leaving me in the lurch no celestial concession or confessions in my church cos every lesson leaves sour impressions and the resulting aggression hurts, So, what can I do? When I wish I was cool like you? an entire generation of entitled overgrown abortions That should carry tattoos above the underoos that say "debate with caution" Because that face I wish I could erase so distorted such contortions isn't it awful? every brain should be a banquet but these can't muster a morsel But I still wish I was cool like them... from this top crop of tip top shop crop topped flip floppers sucking on cough drops nonstop ironically on it hip hoppers Used to stop em in the street, while working with greenpeace give me a look like I'd been sick at their feet. On their ironic fashion statements

f you want to fight, then hit where it hurts don't sit behind a keyboard waiting to post "first" on the latest shit to quench your political thirst You're shitter than Britta at this, you're the worst! Armageddon on the doorstop and your signing petitions But, what have you done to cut down on emissions? This planets taking trauma, hotter than a sauna Oh no! think of the charismatic megafauna The bees are disappearing like their plucked from the air But who the fuck cares!? we've got Panda Bears! All we need to do with them is pair them up and stare! All from the comfort of computer chairs Because it's easy to ignore the truth in front of your eyes make yourself blind to the lies and accept the pig sty But unless we act soon, ascension denied The shit will hit the fan if it continues to fly You think yourself a navigator but you're just an agitator not a mental activator easy hatred applicator spitting figures like a calculator, it add up to nowt catering to haters see you later no doubt cos you can't escape from these "activists" Who post conspiracy theories but don;t query shit their just sheep that have decided they've have enough So they shave anarchy "A"'s into their wool to look tough it's laughable, they think their fighting for change but they come off as deranged irritating like mange they need to rearrange their ways If they want to heard by the rest of the slaves it's all well and good begging for attention But it's hard to say you've got the best intentions when you post up shit thats clearly a mad mans invention For the sake of causing tension and contention Grow Up, and take a look around. While the world tumbles downs you've been acting the clown bitching about trivial shit with emoticon frowns But never once donating a penny or pound Your a keyboard warrior, VR Trooper Online quarreller, put me in a stupor Post the same old shit, and then we scoff Do us all a favour and log off Those less informed, follow your lead Because it's easier than taking the time to read so take heed, when spitting your screed About how tibet should be freed Yes, we know! now how about a solution? instead of screaming out about online revolution Why not tell us about your contribution? In the never ending battle against the mans institution? What have you done? against the grand scheme? Mr holier than thou halo agleam? No live stream of your fight against the machine? I mean, it seems that you do a lot at night in your dreams? Cos thats how it is with the lazy generation from 1st world nations, we need recalibration but balk at allegation of pitiful concentration but demand admiration for stagnation? No

I'm packing a stack of attacks that smack your face attract a pack of lackeys to tackle the rat race Serve he rap game on a platter this natter makes me an ace amazing grace, shooting outta my face Stop trying defiantly to undermine whats mine, just because it isn't your time suing plying decrying my lines Bitch your just jealous of the super sayain shine withstand every blast built to last like a castle stop being fickle when you want the pickle little rascal Keep you on your metatarsals partial to mysteries like Ms Marple Write in my own league Agatha Christie take your best shot, probably miss me Got a sixth sense irresistibly twisty expert timing never resist me. I Am the guy That will fry Your mind with my rhymes I am the one they call the Un-G-MC Do I promote myself? Shamelessly My flow slithers like a viper it's venom envelopes you A silver that'll make you do Just what I'm telling you Like Goat boy I ring the bell and then you be yelling ooh I come to where you're dwelling for fucking or for felling you. My mind is full of sex and violence dreams that I can't silence I wanna break out, so I scream my head off in defiance don't you dare doubt my will, it's harder than cast iron heavy metal ringing out in the den of the lion You think you got the mettle, to meddle in my business? I disagree wholeheartedly so pucker up and kiss this. ripping the tip off the battleship quick no slip when I'm ripping slippery tipping the symmetry nipples are tripping lip tricks are trickling difficult to stick to gripping when I'm stripping the ship live life like theres no clipping God Mode on. it's been on since my birth A lifetime of tight rhymes and digging through the dirt I've endured so much hurt forgive me for being curt When I deface your base to time for red alert Feels like I am just too dope to fuck with There ain't nothing else, left to say Best be hiding, best be be hiding away Go, save yourself Cos it feel like I am just too dope to fuck with

I will never fall under, asunder in search of plunder never ever blunder dunderheads dread the threads my tounge spread it gets in their head and if they wonder What I made use of the gifts I've been given? instead of easy living I'll be driven and envision with precision a way to put woe in remission take the scale and tip it then create a crafty composition? woah! that's a revolutionary theory it appears that we should steer clear, clearly! now leave us be and let us hold our dearly wow, I'd almost say that you fear me. Is it the way my words take you? away? astray? would you say they could break you? Don't you think a break'd be something to take to? on take to? Rather than make do?? I never coast, from pillar to post, in the roasting sun or the tundra I never run, I battle for fun then laugh as I put my foes under. Ha! just kidding that would be atrocious! Never let em see you be ferocious Out of the bedroom, cos theres never the headroom for supercalifragilisticexpealidopeness Queen of england? hounds of hell? well, that'd make a good kiss and tell. listen well, wherever you dwell I'll burn that whack wet patch like Adele excuse the smell. it's been a hell of a night. I've made a mess I should take flight good night, I'll see you in your dreams sleep tight, scream queen.

Out and about, around the town Out and about, around for a place to get down Out and about to get unwound Up at Swan Lake Where the ladies emanate class it oozes when they raise a glass When it comes to mistakes, this takes the cake Swan Lake. I, was going through a bad spell, I could barely walk from the way my nads swelled up, I was corrupted by a lack of interaction after a while, it became hard to build up traction until. I found this place full of permissive misses that move with such grace Never dismissive whether to spoken words or missive with the cutest superstitions I found at Swan Lake. Whether brown, black, white yellow or red the variety apply's a certain kind of spin to the head A week passed, I decided to return this time prepared, to time to spare a fire in these loins burns I've yearned all week, finally my work had adjourned So imagine my surprise when at first I was spurned They had clocked me, so I switched up my game went from Ryan to Lion put on the mane and blinded their minds, inflaming these dames Soon finding acclaim all the while untamed talking smooth my tongue is metallic Then, well things get pornographic

Stand alone, I glide above cyphers rats to the river powerful like pied piper sinister vision like a sniper I clear dirt from my view like a windscreen wiper Main man, with a master plan magnificent a dastardly bastard with lyrical skills infinite Other rappers say they're but their being grandiloquent I've got a built in instrument puts them in a predicament destruction is imminent, if you don;t practice Carry the weight of the world like atlas tongue sharp like a cactus Protect like a prophylactic Third times the charm? not me I spit hat tricks I am the one leave you wondering what to do When I bust through I'm diligent, with brilliance shining Syndicates, insignificant pining for a taste, of the infinite rhyming strip mining the lexicon and divining a path to power through 10000 hours crush roadblocks to powder use every hour like Jack Bauer Scouring the planet and devouring habits then you tower as they cower duck like howard To start with you copy and paste whether rhyming with swag, or ripping the tip off with haste You base your style, on established aces As you learn the basics After a while they become a part Of you, as much as your brain and heart it kickstarts the next part of your progression, learning so many lessons its time to lessen the impressions For part 3, of the path to the greats When you spit something the bears it's own weight it's something innate, now when you create you can make your own fate when you step to the plate recreate your fate.

I wanna take five i wanna relax fatigue hits back till I'm blue and black spitting on tracks all day leaves armour cracked so I retreat to the shack, before stamina goes splat I've gonna be taking five, to refuel so I can be ready to thrive. cos theres more to life than staying alive. give my flow a rest, so it can keep abreast battle amongst the best, ready for every enemies best I run a bath, cos this is dirty work spitting lean mean and clean living out dreams through verse Then I switch on, and pick a sound track I won;t stand for any song that sounds whack I'm a man of particular musical preference personally I partake in the peerlessly prevalant living out fantasy through tuneful sentiment nowadays singers seem too petulant

This is my path, never gonna mistake it, can't fake it, lest I wind up hated never gonna deviate, if I wanna make it that much is blatant, but the truth is some can't take it I'm so pretty, but I'm far from vacant other flows glow two dimensional like hand drawn animation So much hard graft to noticed, let alone admired But you can't fall to flat tyres feel that fire don't let it expire fill you with desire then let it burst, don't be mired in the words of those who can't equal your verse's their curses are like the briar patchy at best, lacking the zest to succeed But they still fall to greed, don;t let them impede you stampede through the needless and be your own beast Find a way to slay your prey, toy with them then enjoy your feast Oh, my it's w.r.y Another pale boy with a flow so fly Don't even gotta try with the dope design Play the guitar like a muthafucking riot sublime I ruminate on every reference I respect every enemy intelligence Give my predecessors deference all of my professors in the art of lyrical elegance hold them in reverence Pedestals of perfection like Ganesh to an elephant I do what I do out of love for the art better believe that my sleeve is where I wear my heart I fight dark urges, stay sincere I won't give in to encroaching fear I'm not gonna let my soul be poached I'll pave the way, hard to slay a verbal cockroach It's so fuckin' easy to write a brag rap when I got a beat that moves your feet my tongue goes ratatatat Delicious delicacies make the dastardly go drat I can see the glass ceiling start to crack But I won't turn my back on those who got me here Won't steer clear of those I should hold dear Though some shoulders are colder than perfectly poured beer I know the direction my soul should be steered I pay it forward, when those bridges are burned Even if a reconnections all I yearn I won't let the past be my master can't be as random or clumsy as a blaster elegant weapon, herald a civilised age So I can't afford to fall to fear, hate or rage leave my competition dazzled dizzy in a daze Top of my division spitting visions like a sage

You're so weird, Whether clean shaven or with a beard from the front or from the rear Your just weird, but I hope you draw near, I won't steer clear of you. It's like I'm red and your blue with your hard to read expression inability to distinguish dedication and obsession what your ashamed of I see as blessings and it's hard to see if your sincere or messing. WHICH IS IT!? cos I honestly can't tell, whether your suicidal, or feeling swell loving life or living hell I can't tell, but I'll try to assist in my own unique way, with my own special twist And yes, I might miss some essential social ques but all I'm trying to do is the best by you and yet, I can't help but wonder, whether this dedication is just another blunder, do you see me as me, or just another pain in the neck I'm afraid to check and it drives me insane cos I don;t know, and in my position with my condition not knowing hurts like the most devastating blow cos uncertainly breed fear, which I just can;t control a fear that paralyses the potential in my soul It slows my ability to grow and accept the fact tat I have my own flow If I can't see the line then how can I tow? If I can't feel the water then how do I row? But enough about myself, enough introspection I'll turn my inflections in your direction regardless of objection or my fear of rejection Cos I love and respect you because of imperfection it's what builds connections as sweet as confection You lot are strange cos your scared of being distinct it's deranged cos the distinct keep us form going extinct You lot are odd for taking things at face worth like hot bods or odd socks, dig deeper through the dirt and unearth a bit of truth which to me is crystal clear. You "normals" you're so weird.