Gimme the Mic - Virus Syndicate

I’m a mentalist the instrumental is my blank canvas

Blood sport I’m a champion like Van-Damme was

And it’s a damn stand off

I write lyrics so sick that other rappers wanna try and cut my damn hand off

Too many people wanna rip another man’s slang off

Claim to be sick but still ain’t got the damn hang of

The science and art, really you should try and be smart

My bars could rip a grown lion apart

This is my rap manual

And when it comes to facts yo

I extract each every last granule

Some say the King is back and that’s tangible

I’ve covered every exact angle, I’m that animal

Don’t play me in your flat, I’m that flammable

Don’t stab me in the back, the cat’s Hannibal

And more panic’ll set, you amateurs get

Served like a vinegaret, I’m in at your neck

Sooo gimme a sec and let me get on a vibe

I stab myself in the neck just to check I’m alive

Then pour coke down my throat, I’m a heck of a guy

Then inject a shit load of ket on the sly

I’m like an overdose

My flows arose and now you’re comatosed

The holly ghost

I’m appearing in your rolly smoke

The rap genie in a black beenie

They told me to spit so I did a fat Greeny

(Gimme the mic!)

Fuck the system yeah we pay with our life

We’re getting straight in the fight

They’ll never take me alive

(Gimme the mic!)

Flows sharper than the blade of a knife

And graze the face of ya wife

And make away from the heist

(Gimme the mic!)

We’re getting stoned like Arabian nights

It’s true we say what we like

Under these stadium lights

(Gimme the mic!)

(Ha ha ha ha ha ha)

See I’m disturbing the peace

With dirty words and a piece

Going berserk wearing a burqa tryna murder a priest

Up in Ferguson lurking ready to serve the police

Put the nuns from the clergy back to work on the streets

I’m the heat to the clip

Deezal’s key to the brick

I’m the beast that leaves ya people queezy needing a shit

So I drop couple freebies so they fiend for a fix

I know it’s evil but I’m greedy, it’s the reason I’m rich

The beat burgaler, pissed off the burbon

Dropping more bombs than Serbia

Gun but the burner to your gut and corse a hernia

To corrupt to war with all you battle rappers swerving us

'Cos we just shackle man up in a flat and fucking murder yas

Maniac madder than Maz Manson

Trick him into planning the murder of Chad Branson

We don’t want him dead, we wanna hold him for ransom

Gag and strap him to a bed in a flat on the Anson

A cloak and a dagger

Spin ya throat with a spanner

Sniffing coke with ya nanna

Down at the copa cubanna

Tryna poke a poo nanna

A glamour hoe in Havana

And get a blow off savannah

Just while a smoke a cubanna

I’m bad karma

I bring arguments and drama

Start up a palarvour then we arson your apartment

I’ma pay a snitch to incarcerate your father

So he’s serving 26 as the livin' prison barber

(Get me out!)

(Gimme the mic!)

Fuck the system yeah we pay with our life

We’re getting straight in the fight

They’ll never take me alive

(Gimme the mic!)

Flows sharper than the blade of a knife

And graze the face of ya wife

And make away from the heist

(Gimme the mic!)

We’re getting stoned like Arabian nights

It’s true we say what we like

Under these stadium lights

(Gimme the mic!)

(Ha ha ha ha ha ha)

Fuck you just gimme the mic!

(Gimme the mic!)

Fuck the system yeah we pay with our life

We’re getting straight in the fight

They’ll never take me alive

(Gimme the mic!)

Flows sharper than the blade of a knife

And graze the face of ya wife

And make away from the heist

(Gimme the mic!)

We’re getting stoned like Arabian nights

It’s true we say what we like

Under these stadium lights

(Gimme the mic!)

(Gimme the mic)

(Gimme the mic)

(Gimme the mic)

(Gimme the mic)