Lyrics
Topic 1: The weaponised mind
What’s the fuss? What’s the fuss?
Mic killers
Yo, write these to give slight ease
Check
Look, our team is focused
It seems you noticed, your taking notes like you need diplomas
Beat these posers, then we stick 'em up like their just sheets and posters
My words are my weapons, I sharpen my sword as the beast approaches
I’ve seen the meanest soldiers turn out as a feast for vultures
Vulcan grip on your mind so you peep my notion
The deepest ocean couldn’t quench this heat I’m loading
I reload my cartridge then I aim these metaphors right at your cartilage
I know the method’s strange I’m letting letters spray
You sprain your ankle tryna get away bredrin like when berettas wave
And with no metal aims I hit your mental frame with these similes
Similar to a trigger squeeze, let that resonate
Just let it resonate, as soon as I select a page I’m hitting everything in my
selective range
But I don’t need to engage with a 20 gauge
I leave my lyrics ingrained in you your people’s brains
It’s plain, it’s plain, I leave my lyrics ingrained in your people’s brains
My mind is the weapon
My mind is the weapon
My mind is the weapon
My mind is the weapon
My thoughts are redefined as I unwind and find some time to read between the
lines
I’m spinning all this truth, you see my ride
I’m deadly with the verse I kill the beat and then repeat the crime,
so be advised
Seems you’ve realised that we’re feasting on fake MCs like eating rice
And they ain’t ready 'cos my team is prime
Feeble guys, why they always feeding lies and see disguised
I always see right through it like I see the skies
An elevation’s what I seek to find
I let my words go like a missile when I release my lines
My flow’s nasty, you can see the grime (grime)
I leave behind the fear and doubt and then proceed to grind
Choose to remove that blindfold and then you’ll see the signs
Overseas we glide, this won’t be denied
Because I’m at war but I’ve got peace of mind
(This won’t be denied, 'cos I’m at war but I’ve got peace of mind)
My mind is the weapon
My mind is the weapon
My mind is the weapon
My mind is the weapon
Yo these flows run for Niles
No barracuda buying, naturally endowed
Tell a pack of lies and that will naturally lead to to doubt
You practically drown in too deep, someone throw in the towel
My Dad bought a beamer back in '96 but by the time I get the ride I hope my
drive will never drift
As exciting as it is I break the brakes and never stay held a prisoner of my
own mind, trapped in these brain cells
They keep me caged well, the cade wells, they stay well
Say we’re on the same page but your papers remain shelved
'Cos people always fishing for the same tales
But I’ma shake things up so I never got the same scales
Hold anaesthetics for pandemic diseases
Supply believers visas flying overseas for treatment
You’re seeing in us what’s seen in the media and wikipedia can’t do me justice,
highlighting all my achievements
Unleash my range with these arrangements
Ranging from 40 to 60 miles per hour with these pages, pay no attention to
strangers
We dangerous with the flows and all the prose actually cause abrasions
You see we blazing, fill this in your marrow and your platelets
We poking pògan faces 'til their bones on take it
Broke the code, provoke your scope exposing what you’ve know to hold it sacred
(hold it sacred)
