PLAY THE JOKER

Many might find this hard to digest

With a mic to my chest I’m like the one the devil possessed

Hit me, hit me quick, you think you’re cool and slick

Another film flick means you’re falling off quick.

You ain’t seen me for years that’s what I’m like

When I strike it’s like run from the mic, don’t touch the mic.

The fuse burns slow, ready to blow

Bam! You’re blown away and I hate to say I told you so.

Fully composed and those silly rap foes

Exposed by the pros for being wack at all shows.

Whatever the cost, when I arrive

It’s only with one aim, the aim is to survive, I’m watching you.

Daily! Clowns and jokers and actors

Cartoon characters, dying from slackness.

This ain’t Disneyland so I stand

Firm and confirm plans with the rest of the camp

Synchronise watches so everyone can watch us

Then back into the darkness, they know they cannot touch us.

You don’t know me like you think you do

Never did, never will, so let’s play peek-a-boo.

Now you see me, now you don’t, yes you will, no you won’t

What am I Alien? What are you Chameleon?

Changing colours, changing shape, change your voice, change your tape

I might change my identity and escape, give me a break!

Your boy said this and his boy said that

Whatever’s going on behind my back is kiddie crap.

Silly and senseless, unprofessional

First impression says its un directional.

Look at as the revenge, I set many traps

Them others fell in ‘cause none of them can rap.

Lyrically I exercise, rhyme around the clock.

Run around the block and on the set you get dropped.

Vocal, local, cheap thrill

You can head the bill. It’s my show still!

People might talk, so let the people talk

Whatever they wanna talk, who cares what they talk.

I’m sick to the bone in particular

Of non-spectacular rappers that are regular.

Not even mediocre, time to play the joker.

You’ve been waiting for years for something that’s original

Her take a lick … from London and unconventional

Cooked and ready to serve but still raw

We came, we saw! Very, very poor.

Everybody back to the jungle, concrete

Never seen again as if swallowed by the street

Ground split …..

The lyric is the missile designed to hit.

Peace to none of them

Back-stab rap crews from London, England … follow the trend.

We manufacture the type of rapture that can capture

Any man or woman if it slapped ya.

Put you in the picture, set the alarm!

Wait for it, this is it! I’m mentally calm.

Scientifically I broke many mics, numerous mics

That’s how they know and again ‘B’ strikes.

I heard you swear

You’re gonna make it big time anyplace, anywhere.

Look up in the sky … it’s that lyrical mad guy

Flying overhead with that intense look in his eye

Hungry, sharp, savage, venomous

You know why you’re penniless? ‘Cause you failed the test.

I’m never gonna sell out (     )

I got to pay the rent (     )

One day I’m gonna get rich (     )

See how they switch! Enough of the horse play.

You’re insignificant, was from the beginning

Dazed by what you’re hearing that’s why your head’s spinning.

You played your ace, weak, don’t speak, creep

Murdered by the rougher rhyme style and technique.

Following us many ate dust, in ’94 the scene was sussed

None of them I trust.

For them it’s a matter of ash to ash, dust to dust

Still they lust knowing deep down this is a must.

Mouth open, rivals flushed

Enemies crushed, everybody hushed.

Crews up for grabs, rappers going dirt cheap

DJs are missing, crowds are like sheep.

Snakes hissing while we’re reminiscing

Sharks are going for the kill, give me a break!