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Complex lyrics often deep meaning. I like to speak on politics and the Illuminati, but also like a good flex tune with a battle feel.
I'm an MC from the UK - My main focus is to impress with the complexity of my rhymes whilst maintaining coherency within my concepts.
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Peak #2,822
Peak in subgenre #1,521
Author
MC²
Uploaded
March 20, 2006
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 3:55
Lyrics
Give me a beat an’ notepad I’d scribble a sheet off so fast
It broke past the speed of light so when my brain sparked
I’d finished writing ‘fore you’d seen the light (no way man)
Precise like slides in the wheels I drive
One day I put pen to pad an’ raps to some music
An’ after I knew that I could rap I was spewin’
These poems like my mind was tapped into muse’s
Or like the great writers were all channelling through it
Dead poets, rappers passed, Carrol an’ Lewis
Shit Shakespeare’s even helped me with a battle or two
I stopped jabberin’ ’bout rappin’ to actually do it
an’ showed that I don’t just flow I’m actually fluid
So I rapped to the stereo an’ mastered the ceremony
Made up in skill what I was lackin’ in serotonin
Skills ever growin’ so now they’re straight gold
When I get on the mic I leave crowds with brains blown
Abnormal brain patterns on their stained clothes
Gone from sprayin’ flows in my room to stage shows
My game’s grown an’ I get my name known
When I rhyme my shine gives the stage a strange glow
MC squared is an MC with the power of two
Two hours work takes an’ hour to do
But all I wanna do is have a laugh an’ smoke
Meet a nice girl to marry an’ rap at shows
An’ when I’m wack an’ old I’ll be stackin’ dough
Makin’ loads but prolly not from rappin’ though
While I blow I go to uni that’s for after yo
My passion grows though so I master flows
So complex sometimes you think I rap in code
An’ rock shows so hot that you have to go
I’ve surpassed the flows of the rappers old
In fact I’m so far ahead that I’ve lapped them
Though I never thought I’d achieve this it’s awesome believe
Although good fortune’s more cause for caution it seems
But is it really more or just more proportionately
I’m not sure it’s like my thoughts are warped in a dream
I just sit in the darkness an’ talk to the beat
I sort though my feelin’s an’ water the seeds
that are planted an’ grow into the stories I weave
It’s in my blood so I could rap before I could breathe
I’d choose MCs if one thing was all I could eat
I open my mouth an’ they fall at my feet
Had me checkin’ my breath before performin’ my frees
but that’s fresh as well my rhymes are all it can be
They’re outrageous like books without pages
or tryna put a buildin’ up without labourers
I shout pages of these lines I spout daily
An’ shine more than most like a house that’s south facin’
If you’re hearin’ this song just bop your head away
Even Akira the Don said I was boss the other day
It meant lot for him to say it though I cocked up when I played
He said a few years ago he even rocked the same name
I grip your whole brain like sniffin’ cocaine
My cold sprays freezin’ up the whole stage
Breach you with my speech your flows plain
You’re so weak I don’t even need a whole page
Grim reaper rapper readin’ from my scroll blazed
I just speak it an’ reap you with my soul blade
You’re no danger if you’re only ok
An’ if you’re not I’m still better than you ok?
Don’t say I didn’t warn you that I’d lyrically bomb you
When you’re crippled on the floor an’ I viciously stomp you
My lyrics twist your spirit if my diss is up on you
My punches are blindin’ fuck the shit that I’m on dude
You’re eyes are burnt out if you witness the one two
So one two…three I’m MC…Squared
Word! rippin’ mics up my set’s rehearsed
Sickin’ rhymes up everywhere in every verse
Spit acidic adjectives an’ deadly verbs
Been a long time comin’ but my reps deserved
So stop with the battle requests don’t hassle me
Or say you’re gonna beat me when I know that actually
I’d leave you buried in the ground like pegs at Glastonbury
Ask the peeps who’ve heard they say I blast like Master P
Rhyming words like wolves in packs with massive teeth
When I spit a line I make the rhymes surpass the beat
That plays in my headphones for timin’ as I speak
Flows an’ rhymes don’t cease I close my eyes to sleep
Have R.E.M. an’ flow freestyles in dreams
I dominate the beat stom
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