No Prisoners

Sound of the Odd Children

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Yeah, fall back, get stepping

Time is always money so I'm counting every second

Margz, I'll soon buss and I ain't on about a weapon

But I roll with brothers that'll spin you like a Western

The best in road life, slow grind, cold nights

Lunch time, home time, OT, no thanks

No left, so right, brothers think I'm messing

Put something in your cranium like a lesson

Not a rapper but I got riddles

Came from the middle with a little pistol ready to cripple

I take shots, I ain't on about a dunk or a dribble

I'm talking pound sterlings, these boys are on nickels

You're fickle, didn't wanna get yourself in a pickle

Think a little, brap, I'll leave you stiff like a nipple

Pow pow, Lethal but I'm not on that Bizzle

I'm not fickle but I've left pals in hospitals

Lunar CI got ninety-nine bitches but a problem ain't one

I just cotch and blaze skunk, but I don't cultivate

'Cause these coppers ain't dumb, I throw my seed out on the street

Like I got a gay son, I was a don at age one

You might not have thought that mother fuckers rap in Yorkshire

But I ain't stopping and rapping rapping in another's mansons corner

Your biggest efforts are nothing, nope, and that's unfortunate

Outclassed by a dirty knuckle dragging northerner

I go hard, I ain't celebrating 'til my resignation

I'm the best with an eleven out of ten in ratings

Commiserations to whoever came in second place

And try to see this set back as a test of faith and dedication

If they're saying I won't blow up then they're hating

I'm a mental patient with a pack of matches at a petrol station

Fuck that corny persona that you're emulating

I spit it real 'cause these dumb shits need educating

Hold up, hold up, these mother fuckers don't understand what we're talking about here

Team UK is on the move, it's kamikaze mother fucker, we're taking no prisoners, bitch

We're taking no prisoners

Look, I had my foot in the door

I was close and they closed the entrance

I'm about to kill 'em and I suppose that my flow's avengence

Fuck school, I was never sober with no attendance

Rebel 'til the day I'm alone, the roads on the road are dangerous

You're rapping 'bout all your clothes, your hoes and your co-defendants

You should've had pinocchio's nose when you wrote that sentence

Just 'cause you see me rolling the coldest engines

Stop calling me "couz" when you know we hold no resemblance

You're out of your depth, and you're far from a harbour

I can smell your blood like a shark, like a starving piranha, I'm a

Tear you apart, I go hard and spit every bar der harder

To beef and spar with a Spartan start with some harder armour

'Cause I been plotting like the Osama Obama drama

And for your cheddar man'll get eaten like carbonara

But remember there's always a darker part of karma

Get chopped up and bagged up like skunk from a marijuana farmer

As history repeats it's ever un-changing ways, the re-occurring epiphany disguises itself in todays contentment place. This is creative evolution. Yours truly, Timothy McKenzie.

Uh, yeah

I tell my kids class is in session

In the school of hard knocks use my bars as a weapon

I'm M.A.X. and never stress, I go hard for my bredrins

They're heavily guarded like the House of Parliament entrance

They ain't getting past the kid, that's just part of the lesson

I'm humble, never once started, so calm the aggression

Pass the lemon, yeah I smoke, fuck it, bask in the essence

Ray-Bans in the crowd ain't masking my presence

Check the latest though, that little boy thought he was cold

He got scorched by Maxsta, gave him a sun tan, I ain't even clothed

I'm in like Joey Essex up in Essex with a Swedish ho

I've been on the wave so long now I damn sure can't see the coast

In the lab, my girlfriend on them bed sheets, only weave the flow

My team's the most unbeatable, three soldiers like freezing cold

But I'm still alive, R.I.P. to you

That's the lesson over kids, from me to you