Don’t call me nothing but killer
So chill out, don’t stop my rhyme flow
I’ll keep you kicking like a trail of dominoes
I separate all the prime from the punk
Inoculating all the funk from the junk
We bust drums every time we make a track
They call me Tunes, or the microphone maniac
When I perform all suckers feel reborn
Preach my rhyme so we can get it on
I’ll make you shake
Like paper I will penetrate
Pierce your skin, make your whole body pulsate
Credit comes with my effect on people
Dance to death and this is the sequel
So get flat hit the dirt like a doormat
Make you dizzy, so the crowd has a relapse
What we devise, it hits you like a vodka
Slam dunk punk and I’ve got you
In my grip rock your body till you feel sick
Heat you up and leave you sweating like an armpit
Soaking wet, now it’s time to place your bet
On the tunes can’t lose and I’m going to wreck
Crush the beat to dust and grind the cut
Raise my tone like a lord now stand hut!
You’re gonna
Dance yourself to death
I’ll be rhyming till hell freezes over
Refreshing rap, make a drunk man sober
You comprehend? You check what I’m saying
Centre of sound Manchester’s playing
We’ve got rock, everything we’ve got we’re going to give you
Bust your brain, make you sway then the bass delivers
Punk you’re mine, make your whole body rewind
Release the pause and kick it off for a second time
Now if you’re ready it’s time to get with it
I’ll hit the rev and D. Tone will spin it
Where it stops, nobody knows
Scare you stupid like a freak from the freak-show
Patrol the streets and chased down by police
I’ve been slandered, but all the bill cease
Now stand back jack and give me a hand
Rock and roll to my new style funk band
You’re lifeless, your muscle structures quivering
Your knees are bust and the blood pressure’s simmering
You’re psychotic hot and full of fear
The butt’s spooked but you know it’s what you want to hear
Now you’re hooked, first time addiction
You can’t dispute it ’Cause it’s fact, not fiction
You’re gonna
Dance yourself to death
And
You’re
Seducted the way I rhyme and do my thing
Rock you to sleep or wake you up like a bee sting
I’ve got strength and the speed of a power truck
Intelligent like the knowledge in a college book
I explode bam, like a powder cake
Add some spice, season up like a rump steak
Thought goes into every verb and noun
Put together so well you can taste the sound
Now it’s ready to listen and rock to
Make you faint. It might come as a shock to fools
Punks, they wind up as dead meat
Cockroaches have been crushed by my feet
Break/stop/relax
Yo
Now get ready for the speed
Bbbbrrrrrap attack, I’m back and I’m hut!
Busting, dusting, and I’m going to head forth
Roll with rhyme, cool deadly but on line
Sweet elite control by the drum beat
King of thing got jump in my spring
Boost the juice, turn on the power and let it loose
Earthquake, devastate and I’m going to vibrate
Rooms with boom throw a party in a catacomb
Now behold the king of the drum roll
808 take control
You’re gonna
Dance yourself to death
Now the scratch ain’t sampled on tape
Wrecks the records like committing a rape
But bob now are going to get down
Rough and tough, but with the rage of a hell hound
Now he’s the man, the king of the spin back
He cuts holes in the crowd as he contacts
Now he’s a man, so you cannot miss
He’s power driven to cut with his fist
Now how’d you feel with the food that possesses you
My rhyme’s a tool and I’m going to mould you
Now these bites stay together like stalactites
Rhymes so vicious I would win in a dog fight
Huh! You’ve got to be tough
Leave it stuck to the ceiling like a cream puff
Now I’ve educated so called rhyme rated
All the critics I’ve left I’ve frustrated
Above my style and the way to the top
They’re all blowing steam ’Cause I hit the jackpot
Now here’s a line about the place I was raised in
Moss Side, Ruskolme, Whalley Range, it’s the same thing
It ain’t a hole, we’re put back on the map
Dis my home town, come out with your head cracked
So let rip with the rhythm like a pin ball
We get down as my home boys stand tall
Now I’m fuming, pop top blow my lid
Lose my step. Come across with an ad lib
You’re gonna
Dance yourself to death