18.05.11 - Wild

i

fight back against conquest like a saracen,

man are tryna captcher your mind, and might damage it,

            and transforming your life into tragedy,

trapped by your vice, no time for your family

slide by happily, influence inhabbited, a

rabble tied into a grave, i aint havin' aint it,

            we wanna let shit fly like a laxative,

wish i could irrigate head sets of vanity, sexism

and apathy, anger and vex,        i

regret where the best once was is a cavity,

            i'm on attack, yeah, we sent in the cavalry,

grab a good grip of your being, see sanity.

            myself, can b and allergy, straight

on the button now and no need for analogies,

speak right, vibe reaching out to your faculties,

bring ya right down to the earth, reverse fantasy.

the

world's like a nature reserve, the wilderness,

            no grip and the worse parts, filled with it, a

game hunt,  let the ill citizen tape run, the

statements and the mission sittin' adjacent, the

way that we're living is shameful, and we throwing

filth in the world, straight into the cradle, a

good verse sinister thing like fable, a

degradation of innocence, rotation, 

gotta have it all or nothing, no waiting,

don't wanna bother with growing, go raving,

know that the way that we live is the basis,

of pain felt, oh well, ya don't wanna change it, i

call that sadist habit,     and satan's

planet, haven't got a care, wake up dammit, some

parts of the globe where there aint no laughin', cus of

our loose grip, hah ya shit's ragged.

13.05.11 - Illest Alive

Grace:

Travelling through the land as a vagrant,

cards on the table, no home for the flows

universally favourite, the first class flavours,

stick to a soul like the dirt on your trainers,

words in the paper, are brainwarpin’, ill

citizen are sticking in the same orbit, saying

hard hitting truths everyday that we walk with,

sending out words world wide, deported, a

poor thought pattern has a caustic effect, trembling

the floor under, you can fall to your death, getting

on good path, do more, talk less, irrelevant

crap, mentality is all bless, pulling

words out the vortex, learn from the forefathers,

building more discipline, than a court marshal,

can’t stand if you talk garbage, running

lip and bring carnage,    ill citizen bring the

goods in the tardis, got the advantage, inherited

artefacts           from Atlantis, a

gargantuan rapper faction, shaking up the

foundation and tabernacle of the phantoms,

searchin’ for answers, nobody’s got jack,

what’s happening is gonna change and it’s on track,

we drop bars like a bomb blast, compliment

beats like an ice cube dropped in your cognac,

i’m wide awake like an insomniac, would

procrastinate more but we really gotta dash, carrying

an obelisk of rap,         towering and visible

in every single               one of the flipping tracks, interact

good, with a drum beat, putting teams on the

back foot, for pulling the game down in handcuffs,

i double l stand up, synchronised never

random,            we three the people’s champion’s

10.05.11 - The Platform

the thoughts processin' mega quick, super
computer, doing work at the precipice, elements
are buildin up and make a sediment, immune to the
chemicals, rockin' thick skin like an elephant, i

remember good times are stuck in my memory,
me being higher than everest, used to write
rhymes for the hell of it, and strive for the sedatives
now the i double L supplying the medicine, and

still reppin',  confident dispite everything,
got the right energy, locked, shock therapy,
  the doctrine has got the continents trembling, the
authorities have got the populus delicate,

snap like a terrapin, as bad as it's ever been,
in the rat race, man'll never win, slipping up
with a slack jaw stuffin' face full of ketamine,
mdma drink drugs and andrenaline, i

wanna switch episodes, going on sick like,
mos def said it get a hardhat jack you're in the
terrordome, i'm spraying hip-hop pheromones,
make a crowd light headed, like there was methodrone,

running through the mic, vibe off the setlist, pushing
verse off the stage, so sick got a deathwish,
everyday people's developement arrested,
hands on the chest ill citizen are compressin'

bringing it back, it's rap we adept in, gota
beat in a bap, d'you mind passin' the ketchup, we
fire in the booth like lighter and petrol, found
us a direction and write with a veangence,

with every sentence, quote and  the references
draw the crowd in and quick pour through the entrance, a
fugee style we could go till november, the
flows bringing flame from the moderate embers

Bee - Latest News

Grace:

I throw
verse like projectile into the cosmos and
permeate eardrums, lyrical osmosis, with
composers and elements gone rogue we
hold our ground in a stronghold, the supply

chain take deliveries on road, rappers
borrowing the style like it was on loan, and
recycling is coming by in the truck load, the
love grows, when it's as heavy as I'll citizen it just shows,

bust flows like a broke pipe most guys
going on dryer than the socks on your clothesline,
embaressin' us like a low fly, why you so
trapped in the mainstream it's crazy i wont lie.

It's psychological warfare and mind torture,
never mind what the taught ya: to cause
beef and be a slave chasin' the lions portion, they
draining us all like a vampire - night walker.

A transfusion of life to the soul grinder,
I might sound like an old timer, but I'm
trying to make sense to you all and talk violence and
all the hate out the cause with raw rhyming.

Flying in the face of the law more defiant but
more so the statues drawing your finance.
Lines getting washed out 'cus of chalk writing, we're
scrawling in permanent ink, surviving

Rainbows Lyrics

                our voice rise in the shadows, a spark

emanating out of darkness, light is the ammo, a

full spectral projection in rap tone, a rapturous

reverberation resonate your backbone,

                it's happening we isn't chatting jokes, we passin'

through the wasteland, man are looking for the antidote,

                penicillin for the soul's what we're bringing from the

mould, got a whole load of lead but it's turning into

gold, rushin' in it like a soviet, looking for the

fortune cookie gonna open it, targeting

locked like a lazer gun, focussing,             because ya

 life can be bitter like an aubergine,  i wanna

biscuit and some ovaltine, please be aware of symbolism

in the flow and speech, metaphor and poetry, is

radiantly glowing like a solar beam, streamin' in the

window of your mind, we’re linking with the rhymes the

images of the times, applying it to the hi hat,

kick, snare, ride that on pirated software

forget about your i pads, sparks flying through the 

synapses, ignite like a match stick,  fire running

through the factory, every soul getting touched by it,

putting rhymin’ into your stomach’s a good diet, digest

the lines,             the fibres’ll leave you energised,

light speed ahead of rest, call us the enterprise.