Stampede - Original

Yo I'm a vexed northerner spitting some next formula
Music's my bitch so sex is awkwarder
Nevertheless I reckon I'll never be bored of it
Distorting the orbital planets
Using the force as for the skywalker causing global panic
My flows gigantic spit fat I make the bars swell
My pants are like a PC they pack hard bell
I'm Scun firming and stuck in the pub permanent
Snook on a bus gurning and ducked to the bus terminal

I love hearing people saying yes but fuck yes men
Stay loyal like a dog still roll with my best friend
The suggestion said by other people is get lost but not forgotten
Or they'll never check your sequel
This is made with love it's not immaculate conception
That means we do it raw high rates of infection
With a team you can't play it's not football
Hot raps on bad tracks who give a fuck if we look cool

Yo my mind fit shapes on the beat
Dictating the speech from the streets
Burning your bridge blazing the cheeks
I spit flames on my beat
Till I'm leaving your brain baked from the heat
Like you're being caned in the week
For seven days of the week
I'm never game to retreat
I spit to the death
With lines coming out my arse like a spider that's spinning its web
'Cos in this world it's do or die
You can find my flows blowing holes
Through the web making me super die

I can see it in your face in your eyes that read
You're like a cordless microphone all you do is mislead
Similar to Thai weed with the strings attached
A puppeteers past time is to tease my catch
Take the MC out of mic and you're left with I
L-E to the A-F I'll rectify the raw shit
Fuck what everybody else supply
With 21 goons chinwag salute the sky

I'm the type of man causing angry fans storming
Repeating my words like performing a bad pre-track recording
Have you mourning in the morning many warning
Can poops get caught in deja vu lyrics I'm talking
Till the screen is grey MCs be afraid
But relate and appreciate the abbreviation of PVA
Rapping's a piece of cake but my piece of the sweets
Is bite my style and you'll be in pain suffering TPK

Ayo fuck the metaphors I ain't into it chump
I'll cut off your dick and kick your chick in the cunt
I only spit this to dip little illiterate runts
Who only spit after her chin feeling her spunk
A month ahead of any pro there is
Got girls fighting over who chokes on my jizz
So dope every track wrote is blowing your lid
Doing heavy like a host of Ethiopian kids

The full assault I catapult you bitches back and watch you somersault
It ain't a cult it's TT no peace and no treaty
If you see me when you meet me cut the act you ain't that gritty
I'ma tell these cunts straight gun talk just ain't that witty
What a pity you talk gun clapping dumb rapping dumb shit
So go back to your ends and turn that shit into the Gaza Strip
I'm over it Clova Kid lucky with the swagger
Others claim to run the game they just a bunch of fucking blaggers

Ayo it's TT in this bitch we covered in new slang
Somewhere between Beastie Boys and the Wu-Tang
Motherfucker we never stay confined to rap
We roll with more members than Spinal Tap
And now your bird wanna roll with us the feds wanna collar us
All because we keep it underground like the boroughs
Heaven sent to represent flow like the River Thames
Treat the fans like friends who's destined to give 'em gems

Eight bars bullshit see birds pull tits
Name check Jizzle dick I am well sick
TT oh dear girls must show rear
Dickie says come here she says buy beer
I say okay we hit my place
Unborn tit face she loves my taste
Rap wise for chicks make beats for kicks
Outcome don't shit fuck money write hits

Spit raw as fuck it's the coolest shit
Dudes ignore the book of the rules to stick to
Sick torture fucks for musical misuse
When we rip raw there's cuts like fools with issues
My first instinct to keep the terms distinctive
With the words I think creating certain image
To keep the verse in sync and distinguished
TT tactical's how the firm is thinking