Anti Convo - Ramson Badbonez, DJ Fingerfood, M.a.b

Guiding the turbo hyper drive cycle

And diving through wormholes into dirt roads

church clothes, burning internal inferno

I chose this molted mould and multiple sclerosis

Cold hypnosis, pungent and potent corrosive vagitosis

Ravaging weddings like fat brides in leather tights

Reconcile, memorise on flash drives, essential terabyte

Mega wild and desensitised

Like hype, like mice on crack

Guys object to pedophiles with death by ferret bites

Gentrifying by global social experiments

Settlements stole by delegates

Spoken beckoned with local impediments

Go accepting the graveyard challenge

And play out the Braveheart by the most vanishing radar scanning

Snatch a rapper out their (SKIRTS!)

And expose 'em for what they’re (WORTH!)

Hurling a sword from out the dirt

To murk all pervs for lurking on my turf

Nocturnal radical and astral projections

No burning candles or incense give birth to natural inception

Swift receptor, splitting milliseconds into sections

Threatened MC’s try and wet from the middle of by-section

Celibrate rhymers hollering like swallow-izzle

Cus they can’t spit, retarded lethargic markets who hit them (TAR PITS!)

Karate body blows, or comatose host for a hollow ghost

Emotionless vocal

Crash the arrows from your long bow agenda

And vendetta anti-convo

Flying through on Marty’s hoverboard, legs spread, middle fingers raised

Back from the future to shoot at imbeciles up in this game

M (DOT!) A (DOT!) B, obnoxious is the name

A unit of lunatics moving through because this kid’s deranged (LIKE!)

Sit with the fam, twisting rizlas and envisioning grands

While laying cuts like Edward, no scissors in hand

While the stamina of amateurs is limited

Man, my drive is high, there’s a difference in rap

I break it down like a dealer with a brick of the sniff into grams

Fitting it ham, what they talk about is next to the limitation

Literally spam, my vision is spanned, its so wide with both eyes

God can’t see the mission and plans

And as a kid my exam results were under C’s

But I stay afloat with the sober scene that’s under siege

Especially writers biting like Tyson or a bunch of fleas

They say they holding two straps with two clips like dungarees (PLEASE!)

I’ll demonstrate what a murder is when I murder this (ON BEATS!)

I’m hard bodies as a turtle is (HEAT!)

Coming hotter than furnaces (MY WEED IS GREEN!)

Smothered in blotches of those purple bits

Cus I stay high, looking over my city like Ally Pally

With more bars than Ibiza, Aiya Napa or Faliraki

And its so shabby, family Manny to Bristol

Cus the buses that smoking and as I crack him on crystal

Smack a rapper out their (SKIRTS!)

And expose 'em for what he’s WORTH!)

Draw a sword from out the dirt

To murk a twerp for stepping on my turf