[Tommy Evans] Yo Boomcat Project, Cee Why, Jehst, Tommy Evans Boomcat anthem waging war on the pretenders
[Verse 1: Tommy Evans] I'll stop you in your tracks if you start with me With raps so fat they clog your arteries I'm so inventive with my artistry I break ground like earthquakes and part the seas Be a smart emcee, stop sparking trees Smokers get blunted, ain't as sharp as T I'm on point like laboured emcees can't cut it I'll slice up your intestines, leave you gutted Destroy the stress, you boys can't test I'll rip out your windpipe, leave you short of breath I walk with Jehst, we're Yorkshire's best My flow's so hot that it will scorch your flesh I burn emcees, give em the third degree Send them to Accident & Emergency They urgently need plastic surgery Because he said this'll bleed internally I watch as you fade into obscurity, nuff eternity reign for eternity I purposely, run perfectly, am I the best? (No doubt) It's a certainty!
[Verse 2: Jehst] Yo I decapitate wack and fake rappers at a rapid rate Either take cover, or run like the clappers mate Because I'm done with the chatter, make it happen break Beats and batter tracks, chiefs I eradicate I can see straight through their front like acetate Heat up the beats so their weak flows evaporate Burn the earth til' it reverts to its natural state Battle great pretenders bend their twisted shit back to shape Shape shifting man I'll make, plans to assassinate Piss-take rappers hate the fact that I captivate Crowds, cos I'm holding it down like gaffa tape Try and start shit and my sharp wit will lacerate Half-wits, my gamma ray targets you pop stars I'll carpet bomb your boot camp, and bombard Troops tactical, run tracks like stock cars Burn my name into your back with these hot bars
[Chorus: Jehst and Tommy Evans] The battle ground stomper, nocturnal author Kidnap rappers and carry out water torture Drown a performer, brainstorm on A4 Verbal napalm, blazing the trail for The battle ground stomper, nocturnal author Kidnap rappers and carry out water torture Drown a performer, brainstorm on A4 We wage war on you fake types
[Verse 3: Tommy Evans] You heard the T ain't tight? Don't believe the hype I'm louder than a bomb so I don't need a mic I bring the noise faster than the speed of light And shower clever rhymes, you don't see too bright You can't read or write, I'm raps cleverest mind My body of work is ahead of its time You'll have to wait til' 2079 The cryptologist will crack every line
[Verse 4: Jehst] I see you biters setting your watches seconds behind To try and catch what I'm dropping when you're checking the rhyme You're saying nothing, like a professional mime While I'm spitting this liquid of the venemous kind Read my lips, like an unsettling sign Now I might flip any minute, leave you dead in your prime Severing spines with heads, when the letters align To spell 'Jehst!' I shine as I steadily climb We can go toe-to-toe so don't be stepping on mine You see me and T.E. stay deadly combined We told you once already, now this is double jeapordy Pre-school lyricists are having trouble getting me I got a primitive remedy for that attitude New jack rappers get battered til' they're black and blue They made a track or two, but didn't have a clue To me it doesn't matter who you are, I'll still flatten you Steamroll through your whole crew, fuck your fashion shoot You couldn't see me if you drank a tank of carrot juice I get the jam jumping like kangaroos He who dares - now there's a man who stands to lose My style's shocking like a damaged fuse I drop savage tunes, like arsenic in your Malibu
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{Scratches by Cee Why on the decks} "... war on the underworld"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
