Put On Airs Lyrics

Leave deceased no Jesus pieces.

Tee's with creases, please no leeches.

No way out so what's your thesis?

I'm pro peace but fuck policing

I create tension like I've got an intervention

You're so much of a tramp you can barley pay attention

You're another victim of mental enslavement

You'll only outdraw me when

you're chalked out on the pavement

New outlaw and it ain't Clint Eastwood

Got you on your knees like beginners in the priesthood

You can't can't beat me you don't present a threat

More chance of the queen writing her peasants a cheque

Retreating to lame schemes and

repeating the same themes

Supreme cream team on the scene with the green

My foes leave speechless but the crowds leaving talking

The only one iller on the mic was Stephen Hawking

Flow so fine send a shiver down your spine

I'm on the incline ageing better like wine

Mr.Munroe!

Yes you know it's my time and the stars are aligned so I can't be denied.

Leave deceased no Jesus pieces

Tee's with creases, please no leeches

No way out so what's your thesis?

I'm pro peace but fuck policing

Defenestrate a foe to show them window pain

How low can you go this ain't no limbo game

Knock you off your high horse just like a lancer

Leave a lump in your throat worse than laryngeal cancer

Murder your lyrically

You won't have a clue though

I'm out of this world

You're demoted like Pluto

Drug addicts not worth a bar or an ounce

I'm godless

Can't be preyed upon don't even pounce

I'm fresh off the boat on the jetty

You know that I'm petty

No need for machetes I killed them already

I brought the confetti

So fuck what they tell me

I've sliced through the beast of the belly

Once I touch mic these foes turn to dust

You won't get respect if you can't earn my trust

Napoleon's try conquering but they couldn't stomach it

So like a fallen angel they're gonna be plummeting

Only behind the curve when I'm hitting it from the back

When I'm spitting I never slack

Blitzkrieg when I attack

They're intrigued with rhymes intact

A Locomotive on the track

Got em tied down then it's splat

Now that's the end of that

Critics love a circle jerk

No need for mass debating

You're last and hating but I'm fascinating

We're not related you're just a calamity

I'll make blood the only thing run in your family

Can't obtain this grace you're cause janus-faced

Remain in your place with a painless pace

Brainless disgrace who needs erased.

Another nameless face in the casket encased

You're just embarrassing there's no comparison

What's Mike Tyson to Tony Harrison?

The tortoise and the hare

I'm running the marathon

Defeat you on my own no need for a garrison