Mental Clix - Ramson Badbonez, DJ Fingerfood, Leaf Dog

Illegal streaming, greezy like graffiti on these London streets

A bunch of weasels acting cheesy when we fucking meet

Tucked in seats under frequencies that can’t be read

Manacle angles like the angry Pepparami’s legs

Mental Clix float across the consciousness grid

To never stop like the building blocks in Tetris

Homo Erectus stack the chalk lines

My role is a spirit being no need for tour guides

Four eyes in bar fights

Watch the glass fly, fly away like aircrafts in R-Type

White spark plugs, ass plugs in dark mud

Masters are so old they bark rust and fart dust

Hypnodic ultrasonic music makes the heart pump

Sluts with large cunts hunt for money in large sums

Don’t get it misconstrued like some shitty pigeon soup

Think of the fingerfood being mixed up in the stew

Hypnodic ultrasonic music makes the heart pump

Sluts with large cunts rump for money in large sums

Every little thing I do don’t get it misconstrued

Puss' rappers talking bout my rhyme’s tight

Getting caught in side the porcupine vagina

«See now, I’m serious, must be delirious…»

Fuck this, fuck that, most of these fools I brand scum

Switching up my physical form like

My lines connect like electric pylons

There’s a few minutes before they blow like time bombs

Who’s with us, always finding out when the shine’s gone

Hear 'em slowly fading away like a bell’s gong

The pearl of longevity is the key

I analyze your mind state like therapy

Telling me they rhyme great but blind to what fate will be

Make no mistake you won’t escape from me

Bars like Fort Knox, sabotage you like burnt crops

Wet spots flow like the rhyme when they heard dogs

See the herd flock to the next fight

Control where you’re going next to the words in my rhyme pad

Find yourself with a complex like a true slag

Don’t take it out of context like a news rag

Headline, its way past your bedtime’s

While you sleep I look for loops like we did wind chimes