Realisation
The awakening of sound manifestates
The blue print, the mint
My letters concentrate mill together, a flavour
Avert my contents, depth of my mind equals the
Five mile trench
Harmonise the melody
Submit your body to my dialogue therapy
Open your mind
Treat your thoughts like a maze
Your body’s entered a daze
Step into the dance craze
Your consciousness is ticking away
Adrenalin and sweat is the price you pay
Flashing lights are the scenery
Flesh combines with machinery
Energy generated between the crowd, mic and me
Pass over the boundaries imagination with no limits
Express your freedom to speak eradication of bigots
Motions arise evolve into movement on your body
With lyrical lubrication, consumer information
Like a medical student
Attach and latch but proceed with prudence
Let me sooth, let your body ooze
As the tunes originates the Mancunian blues
Let me sooth, let your body ooze
No stopping the orchestral fluid the psychological
Methods on how the unit can do it
As I vocally conjugate, verbally animate
The first son of funk Mancunian hybrid
So I pass the passion
Coax mass adaption reaction making
Everything happen, let your body buckle
But you struggle to keep still, you feel weak
As I control your free will, floating through a jungle
On musical rain
Shake your body to the max and forget the pain
You’ve slipped into a state, a certain stored mood
Music nurtured from thought but start to confuse
The lyrically dense thugs who are blind to the
Dance floor thugs with no soul
But the tunes will ensure the passionate rhymes
The sweet strength on the bass line
Musically educate and feed the blind
Let me sooth, let your body ooze
As the tunes originates the Mancunian blues