Bye to the permanent realness Fly till I die - my terminal illness See the surfer of the firmament kill this No flatline, looking at the sky like 'thats mine' No mystery, making history's a past time Influence of old school, register my class rhymes No principles, invincible lyricist Welcome to my world my invisible listeners I know what you're doing, I know what you're thinking I'm inking the rhythm and nobody's blinking Wide eyes, I elevate my story like a high rise Since I was taught to write, and go record to mics Now I'm on the up and getting analyzed Like I'm boarding flights, flow's watertight Penny for my thoughts tonight, provide 25 per cent I'm calling for some quarter right

Man on the moon, if my dream works Smile, picture the cheese, extreme perks Shooting stars, please me first... Spaced out face to lace the merchandise t-shirts Bars are mars, milky way and galaxies Light speed beaming for your planets needs (sample) Down to earth, leave the ego trip Play the action hero, thats zero hits Keep my tricks, beneath my sleeve See a voice can open doors I need alisha's keys Or Stevie's songs, wondrous CD roms Till I can Channel three at once Remote chance you'll see me on Commercial breaks, to get my first commercial break Shame cos your best verse ain't better than the worst I make But then again with the pen I question How to impress my expression? If I don't pay you don't pay me attention Degraded, late for detention Berated, I wait on the bench and Eventually I'm gonna make my start Young blood with a body of work But flowing in vein that'll break my heart Sacred art or waste of time, I guess that you decide? Killing myself to be myself, artistic suicide Don't like what I see when I'm wide awake So I escape that's no surprise, close my eyes Wrote my rhymes, thinking of a life I hope is mine (chorus) Man on the moon, if my dream works Smile, picture the cheese, extreme perks Shooting stars, please me first... Spaced out face to lace the merchandise t-shirts Bars are mars, milky way and galaxies Light speed beaming for your planets needs (sample) Fame won't suit me, Interrupt the taylor swift That relationship will tie you up, I sail adrift The more ipod ports, I'm downloaded on.. The more you owe me one, the only hope - Obi Wan I lay a hot verse, never lukewarm Soloist or group, shown up in your true form Snatch the mask off the empire, barefaced liars in the blast of my pen fire (It's too real) But then again I might be fictive Voice in the mind, lines are addictive Like coke, call it cola or cain Polar flow, cold blow to the brain Freeze, at ease I breeze on by Like a private jet but not quite that fly More like a paper plane No jet fuel for the naked flame So if I crash and burn, there'll be no ash in urn I return, take the world by storm, striking without flashy terms Lightning, bolt the doors My reign, loud on the air The last king has thrown the crown, and its now on the heir Man on the moon, if my dream works Smile, picture the cheese, extreme perks Shooting stars, please me first... Spaced out face to lace the merchandise t-shirts Bars are mars, milky way and galaxies Light speed beaming for your planets needs

I ain't heard of me either Under achiever - damn man, I've been working like beavers Certainly stress is a killer so I could murder a breather Hurting to be the hottest, sweating in a permanent fever "Are you Ok man?" No, I'm trying to shine but every time that I rhyme You'll be wearing your ray bans.. Shady women with their fake tits and spray tans Hearing about my fame and now they wanna come and shake hands Forget your courtesies, I prefer my girls to be Natural when practicing the birds and bees "Tweeting on the world wide web, just to get a buzz I bet he does, ready Muz, a has been or never was.. Now tell me, in which box we're ticking your name.. " Neither of them I'm cold - Ice picking your brain Pulling flows out of my nose, the way I flick 'em insane Christian James, a new drug to stick in your veins Sample Kill my live shows, wreck ravers Labels couldn't see so they should have gone to specsavers I ain't in it for the sex favors From the girls who rent a ride like they try to be the next Avis Nothing to play with I'm the dangerous toy How many beats will I be killing thats the game I enjoy Leave your aims and your ploys, I know your trained to avoid The alien thats saying no peace, I came to destroy Hand me the mic is like giving North Korea Millions of missiles to make the third world war more severe The one your taught to fear, making sure your short career Will never get applause, only clap you get is gonorrhea I humiliate you middleweights, any given day Heavy with the pen, true it irritates All my competition, any composition Screwing with your mind in many ways, more than one position Sample Missionary MC's trying to convert you Boring, who do you think would stick around for verse two I pursue, each and every way that I can curse you Hope the nurse knew I'm sick of fly women call it bird flu For thats what you rappers are, snacking on your caviar Packing up the abattoir, more beef than a cattle farm So full of bull, like reading of a tarot card Thats why I battle stars, sharper than a jagged shard And a heart harder than marble is, marvelous and marketed Worldwide. I'm a synonym for eloquent gentleman Your as feminine as girl guides Can't touch the mic Like Schumacker, Jordan or Jackson The new rapper talking with actions A far cry from a mime artist In black and white, the stone truth is I rhyme hardest

M= Just Muz C= Conscience M: Do you reckon I could ever be commercial? With a style washed out like persil? Never been a clean game here don't wear white In the hip hop life, never had a fair fight C : "Right, no need to be so negative Trying to survive all the time, you will never live Better give yourself a rest Your stressed, working too hard till your well depressed" Explain M: Yes, but remember all the rent to pay Trying to figure out what I'm meant to say To the audience, that's if I got me one... Pro with the prose - in the bars watch the cons Poetic justice or a life sentence? If I never make a right entrance I could be left out, label with the door shut Unable to record cuts, nothing pressed out Who is on the mic? - me and my conscience Here when I write - me and my conscience Looking for a fight - me and my conscience All of my life it's - me and my conscience. x2 M: In reality I'm insecure Loser without the wins and draws Like Oliver I wish for more Humble pie - you know I kiss the floor C: "Pause, when you flow for sure - makes waves Are we even living on the same page? Your a success, your a victor... Quaking the underground, shaking the richter" M: Sick to - my stomach of the fame chase Only rap for your name's sake with a game face Pop like pringles, not original but a plain taste My flavour is different, you could call me insolent But since I bin, rapping in the business I'm bitter with a guiness, ripping up the rich list Who is on the mic? - me and my conscience Here when I write - me and my conscience Looking for a fight - me and my conscience All of my life it's - me and my conscience. x2 M: Do you know me? Am I someone? Rap battling the mirror, never won one Serious upon tracks - no fun runs Lace raps, young gun with his shoes undone Getting nowhere fast are we? Stay home playing Mario Kart 3 Last place, never operated at a fast pace Maybe why I never had a fan base C: "Not quite true your girlfriend likes you... " M: Maybe she's being polite too And my mates are, telling me to make star Dumb thinking, the above eight bars Ain't really meaning much Hearts and the mind I need to touch "No you should be meeting up With labels, Jay-z free for lunch?" Who is on the mic? - me and my nonsense Here when I write - me and my nonsense Looking for a fight - me and my nonsense All of my life it's - me and my nonsense C: "Wait don't call me that It ain't down to me he won't call you back" M: Huh how could I fall for that (whaat) ? The I'm doing well and all of that How many plays on the radio? About ten, what a way to go... Bet my lawyer ain't really investing... Time or money, am I gonna be the next thing? C: "Dare to dream, who said that? Maya Angelou, her set backs Weigh up to greater than yours And now don't go on blaming divorce If you want to you'll make it If you don't then you don't just take it People still love you You gave out your heart and I doubt they'll break it" Who is on the mic? - me and my nonsense Here when I write - you and your conscience Looking for a fight - me and my nonsense All of my life it's - you and your conscience

It's the rapper that you probably never heaExplainrd about Press my name to your lips - word of mouth Mate I murder doubt, every rhyme is that Big Bang shit Einstein couldn't work it out, like the shoulder press Plus I'm the reason these MC's twitter feeds are saying that they're so depressed I went from under to over stress You predicted raps answer - no one guessed And he ain't gripping up a gun I'm doing well at my uni or I'm living with my mum Right, you see my daddy was a rolling stone

Its the nineteen year old, hero King, Emperor, the pharaoh Counting pounds, dollars, euro's Act as if there's money to my name like De Niro's... Why do we dream, we're living on a movie screen? Champagne bubbling, jacuzzi scenes Louis V's newest Jeans, groupies in a queue to scream So fresh, super clean, screwing all the beauty queens True it seems, I'm - here to disappoint... I'm just a mister, pointing out that you missed the point Think its true, us artists driving a ferrari Imagination must be running wilder than safaris Whats the scenari-o? Audiences all are getting played Like Atari - so, I'm here to say I'm sorry though Keep the heart beating like Cardio - Party goers, I am here to start your show... (Chorus) We got the jazz and the soul Whether rapping in your home or you travel the globe Put your passion over fashion and the cash and the gold Give me your heart, worth more than every track that i've sold (x2) I'm the truth here in the flesh Young but no nursery rhymes you could hear in the creche Older rappers and delirious vets really are stressed Past their sell by dates, ain't nearly as fresh Serious? Yes, rappers get a microphone and we love to boast Tucking into beef like a sunday roast Why don't you pass the salt and take a pinch of it We give you fiction by the mile if you take an inch of it New trends try to fit in at the top man To get the cash they clash like the rock band London calling, and they're falling for the capital Is it a big break or your reality sabbatical (Chorus) We got the jazz and the soul Whether rapping in your home or you travel the globe Put your passion over fashion and the cash and the gold Give me your heart, worth more than every track that i've sold From overlooked to read about and overbooked No shred a doubt I'm heading out with vocal cuts Flowing until I sober up, propping up the bars Ain't shopping for the cars, jobless - I'd be lucky to be mopping at your spa's Aisle three, doing Tess Daily and Kera knighley? Coming along polly and Rhianna really likes me Wake up... dream on Reflection in my TV the only screen I'm seen on No grammy man, video production Handy cam, low budget and I won't budge it That's the plan... I'm happy as I am in my own skin I know fame will call, I'm waiting for the phone ring...

Every time, I'm flicking on to news night They're talking about a global type of bully in the school fight America bringing terror to who's life? Bodies dropping like the nukes that they used twice In the far east, never in the West My immortal technique low-key in the press Never advertised, not so known and left aside Watch the throne, rappers like regicide Is that true talk? Well apparently Mr Cameron warning every family .... Gun's don't kill you, no rappers do.. Better rewind and reverse the backwards attitude Before I knock on number 10 with a microphone Kill my verse, stop as you as cycle home Educate you all about the culture Hip Hop can't die send away your vultures And to the media writing that we're ignorant Irony - if you were truly vigilant You would know the art, the knowledge and the heart What you could never see by following the chart - (Beef) What's Beef? Oppression of the gaza strip residents What's Beef? Israel still pushing out their settlements What's Beef? George Bush being 8 years president What\s Beef? Him and Blair took Iraq without the evidence So I was thinking bout the cost of war on the civilians Spending billions spitting bullets by the trillions What's Beef? The taliban still raise weapons And they're the CIA's same weapons Given by the West to be fired on the East What's beef... Syrian kids killed on the streets So I was thinking bout the cost of any revolution Dictators won't be dictated by resolutions Beef - is European right wing murderers The war on terror and bombs on a burning bus Rioters forming furnaces of local businesses The government who treat youth like prisoners

hecking my phone, blinking at the blue screen An hourly, to by the second routine Mixed messages, what a gift your presence is Trick question is... Is it now what you will never give, To me, truly I feel like I'm done for Your working out which door to run for.. Love and war I thought that was all was fair Candy floss, carousels, etc. braiding up our daughters hair, All the prayers in our world hope to be heard, Nothing above you like free birds, in three words I love you, plus two, so much... Sewing up my heavy heart to guard against the broken trust, And the oh the lust, the passion passing over us Emotion. Fuck that anger, Can the situation benefit from candor, we planned a Life together before, I knew that you were sure now I see more Reasons, coming with the seasons (chorus)

Waking up with the alarm bells ringing 72 missed calls, my phone still singing Like a siren, 999 last number I called Couldn't recall what happened last night Thats right, nothing in my memory banks... Rolling straight outta my bed, just to fill in the blanks Still in my clothes stained red, like I was spilling wine? Chilling with my best friends, killing time Seeing one of them, sitting by the front door Soon to be smoking like the barrel when the gun draws Cigarette in his hand, staring into nowhere... Looking worn and pale in the morning cold air Glaring at me when I try to step past.. Glazed eyes gaze straight - through me like a pane of glass Feeling too shattered to pursue a conversation So I left him to it to continue contemplation I'm unseen, I'm unheard Mr Invisible World (x2) It's raining, can't feel the water hitting my skin Usually, day breaks with a wide grin Now it's crying and the concrete soaking the tears I remember cracking open the beers Now my dizzy head I hope I can clear Phoning my mates, I'm saying Hello but nobody hears Over the years, I have never felt so restless Looking toward heaven God get me on the guest list Please, I feel there's somewhere I need to be But I can't figure out the way my feet are leading me Grey scenery, praying for some greenery Colour leaking out of my world, bleeding free Stepping dreamily, between the wide awake Everybody turning away when I try to make Any contact be it visual or physical The feeling that I'm feeling is chilling, am I invisible? I guess I need to see a friendly face Find myself upon the street near my mothers rented place Curtains drawn like the features of a mourner Windows are tired eyes, weeping at the corners I'm heading over just to knock on the door For the first time today, sure I'll not be ignored Rap my knuckles on the poorly painted wood Why do I feel I don't belong in my former neighborhood? I'm unseen, I'm unheard Mr Invisible World (x2) Lights are on, television in the living room Working against the radio, humming out a whitney tune I will always love you, the mum who Taught the art of war like you were Sun Tzu So your son knew, nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to Reality bites, sat me down, told her Explainchild to stand for his rights Yeah, yeah I really learned from that So it's unlike you for you to turn your back Anyway, guess I better be going to my girlfriends You know the one I rely on until the world ends... Moving away slowly from your doormat Leaving a note hoping you would call back Later as I walk along the avenue, rapping to That rhythm of my heartbeat, feeling like I can't speak Style acapella - whatever is going on I have to tell her Urgently, emergency emerging, merging to my mind danger Knock the door, see it answered by a stranger Hello is Elizabeth home? I get a blank face, but she isn't alone I glide past her faster, find my girl so I can ask her Of last night's outcome She doesn't see me, crying at the TV News story, young rapper shot dead after finishing his album...

You have been listening,Explain or should I say Experiencing an audiovisual form of witnessing A man that cannot be witnessed With the eyes iris, I digress... Yes, my flesh is physical, though it is indivisible From the atmosphere and air where I drift ghostlike Most like the winter wind whistling through your fingertips See I slip from your grip, the inconspicuous conspiracist Of lyricism never reflected by mirror vision Unseen by agents and industries, critics and all Pitted to fall but I rise to the occasion Toast your host With his rhymes and deranged arrangements invading Your space, laying waste to nations, abrasive manners... True, spray saline in the cuts, saliva raining cats and canines With a flash flood flow, super smash pro's like bro's with prose And poetry, you know it's me, the oratorical one Metaphorical songs, singing, singing your follicles And sinking your coracles... Gone Historical prominent economist on a mission To cancel out my insufficient funds The quickest tongue in the wild west, and I will draw... Raw pictures, encrypted with more wisdom than 40 torn scriptures Ripped from Cairo Egyptian hieroglyphics inscribed on the richest walls From kitchen halls, to porcelain record label coffee tables sitting In polished lobby floors, with rocking cradles and lawyer lullabies To lure an artist under a spell. believing their retrieving water From the most wonderful well, which once down the ladder Becomes a dry, colorless hell waiting on sails on with no wind Unable to climb, unable to rhyme without permission and meetings Greetings Planet Earth, I have burst above clouds and now look down To begin my reign The king of the under dogs, strike with the mic like a thunder god Lightning rods arrive in time enshrined in lines Overcoming frightening odds to find your minds And tune them like radio frequencies, frequently easily freeze MC's Amazed and weak at the knees, when I reach for the sheets Tweaked from the leaves of amazonian trees, throw me your pleas Flee over the seas, while I rule like Napoleon's dreams About to blow like petroleum coated in grease, stroked with butane And fire that floats in the breeze.