Track 3 from TDOAOF. Credits: Produced by Jazz T & Zygote for Boot Productions | Mixed by Zygote & Jazz T at Boot Studios, Guildford | Recorded by Jehst at Kilamanjaro Sutdios, Jamestown, London | Cuts by Jazz T.
VERSE 1:
- Heavy hitting like Kimbo Slice
- Precise
- Like the blade that Yo Jimbo sliced
- ? too tight
- Rambo knife
- Slang theory
- Red-reg round my head
- Your clan fear me
- Red-rag to a bull
- Don't come near me
- China shop taurus
- Getting more than rawkus
- I'm more like a walking thesaurus
- Tyrannosaurus rex
- Loose in the audience
- Beats make the ornaments
- Fall off the mantlepiece
- Dick in your mouth, with my balls on your mammaries
- Smile for the camera
- Please say "Cheese"
- I make it look easy
- Moneyshots on the break-beats
- Hardcore porn how I'm fucking with rap
- You were trying to crossover
- Now you're stuck in the gap
- My syntax like busting a gat
- In a cave
- You can hear the echoes resonating through the rave
- Making soundwaves transform
- And translate
- Universal
- In your boombox everday
- Like Parky & Tiffany Paige
- I flip the script to a different page
- Dismissing a fake
- Your crew's fruitier than Christmas cake
- Hollow threats
- That you're in no position to make
- And right now it's all about the Boot Crew
- Tell me how do you do the voodoo that you do?
- All these other dudes is doodoo
- Looking like Ali G
- Bright yellow FUBU
- I keep it tight like Yogi & Bobo
- The sniper
- Billy got more hits than Youtube
CHORUS:
- We're gone worldwide
- Smashing a set
- My flows baptise
- Splashing your head
- So just hold tight
- We're back from the dead
- Attack of the killer rap zombies!
- x2
VERSE 2:
- You see
- My art attack like Neil Buchanan
- When I reveal the cannon
- Like the genie and the magic lanten
- Stay concealed untill it's time to grant wishes
- Death wishes
- I'm Charles Bronson
- You're dead, bitches!
- And that applies to both genders
- Candy-rappers got hard shells and soft centres
- Confectionary emcees are all Forrest Gump
- 'Cause life's not like a box of chocolates, chump
- I'm trying to get rich like Donald Trump
- But I'm looking at my crib like
- What a dump
- Beats got to bump
- Like cars in the fairground
- How many bars are prepared now?
- How many stages?
- I tear down rags
- How many guys took a chunk out my raps?
- And ain't giving nothing back
- Enough of that
- Billy puff a sack of Green Crack till I'm black
- With my Baron Greenbacks in a stack
- It's danger for a mouse 'cause I want crazy cat
- Tom & Jerry shit
- You got a hatchet, you better bury it
- I swing tomahawk like I'm Native American
- Lungs full of medicine
- Chick with a bumper like gelatin
- I predict something developing
CHORUS
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