SLAPPING EGOS

Yeah, yeah! One two one two. Can you hear me clearly at the back? Is my microphone loud enough?

 I realise that being from the United Kingdom it ain’t ever gonna be easy to stamp my authority, but I will regardless.

I rhyme for the sake of rhyme. I ain’t concerned what trends may come and go ’cause I create my own trends,

I don’t need no friends. Boys step aside make way for the men.

Your production is diluted while mine is pure

Some call it the disease and some call it the cure.

Extremely fanatical about the stuff that I write

If I could have the fuel then I could take flight.

No doubt about it … I’m gifted!

And I would’ve made it by now if I hadn’t been stupid and drifted.

I don’t look up to the Americans anymore

For inspiration I check myself ’cause I can give me more.

I’m sick of petty battles; you got disputes bring me the war.

I’m gonna make it this time round ’cause I hate being poor.

My contributions to rap are much more than phenomenal

And I don’t need you to tell me so ’cause I already know.

I ain’t egotistical just hyper and confident

I’ve changed but I’m still hungry and very dominant.

What man could ever walk the streets that I walk

And talk the talk that I talk with a cheeky grin on his face?

I’m smiling ’cause I’m feeling indestructible

And continuing my journey ’cause I’m feeling unstoppable.

You know what … it’s pretty obvious that we ain’t never gonna sell as much as our counterparts across the shore do,

So I came to the conclusion never to worry about sales figures but just to enjoy what I do.

At one point I used to hate the industry but now I got no feelings towards it ’cause regardless

I still continue on my quest for this. I remember when I first got involved with this;

the industry wasn’t even a part of the equation.

You know what I mean … being an emcee was a dream

To stand up on the stage and make the audience scream.

I take a microphone, treat it like a lady, caress it

Attack it with some venom and I guess that’s how I bless it.

I’m standing on the side of the stage watching you perform

Feeling like a tiger about to pounce when I go on.

You could be the breeze or the storm

But I’ll be Hurricane Blade leaving the place torn.

I feel my confidence rising on a daily basis

And I don’t give a monkeys if they never play this.

I’m speaking how I’m feeling and I feel how I speak

In what category do I belong … UNIQUE!

Don’t compare to anybody else ’cause I don’t sound like them

I can feel it in my bones the rules about to bend

Your times about to end. My time’s about to begin.

I’m a criminal if you consider emceeing to be a sin.

(Knock, knock) … Come on. Let me in!

If not I’ll break the door down and bring terror again.

I can make my own rules; I can crush many more fools

It ain’t nothing! I instigated that in the old school … And the mic was my tool

And something else that I almost forgot to mention.

I refuse to be your guinea pig and I ain’t gonna be your next experiment regardless of what sugar coated lies

you might try dropping on me. You see ’cause I don’t need to be developed ’cause I’ve already developed.

I don’t need that nonsense. I don’t have time for your childish shenanigans.

But you make me an offer I can’t refuse and I might consider it. You know why …

’Cause I’m sick of it.

I understand the reasons why you put me in the thick of it.

Because I make you think a bit, everything made to fit

Every show ripped to bits, every word hits. When you talk you spit.

I collaborate with my shadow just to prove a point

I don’t need no names or no stars ’cause they disappoint.

Stars are people with more money than I’ll ever get

Most of them are pedigrees while I’m a thoroughbred

Get that through your thick head. I don’t like you Dick-head

You’re all about the business while I’m just plain wicked.

Satisfaction guaranteed

Cut myself shaving and lyrics are what I bleed.

Indeed … I don’t have time to eat

My arrival was planned, my attack discreet.

Slow but deadly, you get me

If I never make it in this lifetime at least you won’t forget me.

I’m feel I’m destined to be broke until the day I die

The day I get the break is the day that pigs’ll fly.

Get it straight I’m from London. I travel via the underground.

I’d rap on street corners if I thought I could make a pound.

The sound is surround if you ain’t up you can’t be down.

Once upon a time I was lost but now I’m found.

On paper you might be better but on stage you’re torn to shreds

Live on Memorex … we kill ’em off with no regrets.

Smoke ’em like cigarettes erase their songs on cassettes

Arrive on ego trips and leave the show without their heads.

And I don’t even have a bed, living on beans and bread

If I never make it as an artist I might as well be dead.

But those little things never bothered much ’cause regardless of all the hardships

I’m still here standing taller and stronger than I ever stood before.

And to be perfectly honest I’m having a whale of a time. I feel vibrant and energetic.

It must be something in the air. I never comb my hair

I could go on forever about the world being unfair

But to be perfectly straight I’m at the point where I don’t care

For those who didn’t hear me clearly … I don’t care!

In case you missed it that time round … I don’t care!

In case you weren’t paying attention … I don’t care!

If I never eat a meal again … I don’t care!

If I never make it rich and famous … I don’t care!