I'm raising the bar to make change from these 5 quid rappers these high street trappers/
Sick of hearing the same shit from these fake gun clappers it fucking hurts my brain/
Make some noise if you're fed up of bullshit YEAH
We'll let me take the stand in the bull pit/
I'm sayin YALL FEEL LIKE DAT crushing a skull with bare hands
YALL FEEL LIKE DAT taking out teeth with mic stands/
I've been Chillin for a bit now I'm right back to slaughter make you recollect what the rebel soldiers taught ya/
Audible torture will leave you kneeling at the Alta raw with the sword sharp with the pen I be the author/
Ballin I'm putting numbers on the boards even tho I know you dickheads are fixing the scores/
Stylin still putting numbers on the boards stick and move assisting my crew in breaking some jaws/
Got shit prove but nothing to lose I'm filling the void
Stay lyrical unpredictable moves will be employed/
You typical artificial rappers can kill your noise coz soon the truth will resume to be the only music of choice/
You hear the power in my voice got direction like Tom toms you rappers are rom coms this mc just drops bombs like/
Hiroshima genocide rhymes terrorise time while you memorise mine,
I'm the severed mind type I'm not all there discollected from life's hype still I mesmerise minds/
Yeah the devil may cry serves him right for bragging if your woman gets slap then it serves her for naggin/
Got no time for small talk tracks need stacking staying fully independent got no need for backing/
Yeah I stand alone in this war zone abnoxshuz slap a king up off his tall throne/
Surrounded by big dogs digging around for small bones im so hungry I'd snatch your stomach out your torso/
No love for the little guy any wonder I'm getting more than a little high/
Paranoia got me looking at people like " fuck me " you mother fuckers are more than a little sly/
Smile up in my face tell me your all about the bizniz but when you break it down it seems you got the shit twisted/
If it ain't run right then the shit won't work like if you've got no back then your shit won't twerk, yeah stop it
I put the pedigree in paragraphs lay waste to stages leave the ravers with the aftermath/
Numbers on the boards like I'm raging with a power pack
Overpower you cowards devour powers then power nap/
The battle cat with a battle axe taking the power back with no need for a n bomb different to all you sour twats/
It's Dil.