Death Moves - Dabbla

Don’t get me started

The new wave sound retarded

What d’you mean I can’t say retarded?

Whole world’s gone spasticated

What you an expert in spastic behaviour now?

Next you’ll be telling me I’m not special

Yeah, it’s kind of dreadful

Is-it's just a vessel

P-p-play the game son

What you think that I get my name from?

Man a get a cold monkey shoulder now

You can break all the rules and not change one

Back to square uno

Wrap them up, pack your bag for the bureau

Heard about this and that but

End of the day they didn’t do the do though

Shame that, that’s some shit you can’t claim back

Can’t say jack, can’t change the fact that you’re regurgitating that same crap,

now

It’s hard to stay inspired

Or maybe it’s the way I’m wired

Or maybe its the way I’m made

But that wave you’re on is just a waste of fire

Hold up, you’ll never turn me into a product

Swear to god he got knocked out still got up

See the way the boy work rate, just shut up

Shit, I didn’t even mean to blow the whole squad up

Duh duh duhdu, add another dollop, wallop

Everything I’ve said man I’ve honoured

Put the whole game on its head with the fodder

Oh gosh, that’s a lot of gash you’ve swallowed

As I was saying, these lot love a bit a drama playing

In the background, and they can’t live without it

That mind control, and that darn brain (Mmmm)

Only human, gotta work on your own improvement

You can move on the day to day or

Sign up, join a movement

And upgrade to a humanoid

And join all the slaves who stayed employed

And pump babies out and let strangers raise them

Cos you ain’t got time and there ain’t a choice

And you’re pissed cos you think the whole world’s against you

And it is convincing, you’re paranoid

Mad annoyed cos you want that ride and die chick

To shake that shit like a polaroid, I know

It’s not real, can’t convince them they’ve got pills

Mix them into your routine

Crush 'em into your square meals

Tell me how does that d-dat'that there feel

Knocking back with them spare wheels

Spare me all of them details

All I care about are these force fields

Oi

Death moves

Defibrillators and test tubes

You flick the pages I fill them up

I’ve been sick for ages, your rent’s due

Flight mode, silky smooth as my night robe

Still rock a crack in my iPhone

While I unicycle that tightrope

Ay

The fuck you writing?

You lot are so unexciting

How’d you get so fuckin boring?

How’d you be so uninspiring?

Your whole style is uninviting

Go on keep on typing, we’ll see who’s smiling

Spread fear can’t tell me shit

Yeah, get it lit cos I’m a fucking vibes-man (yeah)

Bars o’clock, but only when you think that we’ve started off

I never knew hip-hop would take me this far

When I get goin' it’s hard to stop

And I never got along with lady luck

So don’t be surprised if she pass you up

I got 6 million ways to die in my head

You got 300 mics in my larger top, now

Turn it up, tickle that red till they’re burning up

Boy ain’t scared like Bernie Mac, north London B-neck murderer

On these steps might rock up the vertebrae, herbala

Fetch an interpreter

Why would you wanna life of servitude when you could just work on the Merkaba?

For me, it’s all about the curvature

They ain’t nothin but part of the furniture

Every mark that I make stay permanent

Come kneel at the church of the worshippers

Make a meal out of anything I dirty up

Work it out, don’t take it personal

Especially when I bust the proverbial, it’s terminal

But let’s just burn it all down

Wow!

Is it?

Really?

Now?

Wow!

Is it?

Really?

Now?

Wow!

Is it?

Really?

Now?

Wow!

Is it?

Really?

Now?

Wow!

Is it?

Really?

Now?