Don't See The Signs

[Sample: Get on up! Do what you wanna do!]

Blade:

Will I be rated as one of the greatest rappers on the planet?

I doubt it

Will Mark be rated as one of the greatest producers?

I doubt it

It's not cuz we ain't good

It's cuz we're from London

That means we're stigmatised

We can't be original

To hell with that prehistoric thinking

Just because your ship's sinking

It doesn't necessarily mean that ours is

I'm known for wearing Carhartt jeans, not Tizer trousers

Your lifestyle is as safe as houses, mine is unorthodox

Oral ecstasy, we never had no videos on the box

Rap's Rambo, one man army

Had it with your mumbo-jumbo

Switchin' roles, now I'm Columbo

Investigatin' the scene

Exposing the perpetrators

How dare you compare yourself to Jesus

Claiming you came to Earth to save us?

Step to the centre stage when you see me yell "May-day"

We ain't here to play, we're here to slay

You better pray

You can bring Robocop, Terminator, Superman, Batman

But none of them can handle this madman

You don't see the signs because you're blind

You're running out of time

I'm using my mind

It's a crime

Stand back and watch a professional rapper rhyme

Put the mic down boy, the show is mine

I don't have time to worship idols, that's for idiots

Triple check the ingredients, strictly no chameleons

On a scale of one to ten you're a zero

Nothing

Learn before you shoot your mouth off

Try to give 'em something

To think about

Work your brain muscles

This has the hustles

Daily from the second the sun rises until it's gone again

The arrival of the full moon means it's time to perform again

The damage is done with one performance and then I'm off again

It something ain't correct we cut it off from the stand

It'll be the same the next month, warn your men

Cordon off your area in your feeble attempts

To try to catch a superior rhymer that's out to bury ya

In the confusion, you're all about to witness

The birth of a showdown

A monumental throwdown

I got the world in the palm of my hand

And as things stand

I intend to steal your fans

>From under your nose

Whether you're friends or foes

I've been watching you

You've been looking dead at your shows

And as it goes

[??] acting as prose

One of these days you'll be exposed (because)

You don't see the signs because you're blind

You're running out of time

I'm using my mind

It's a crime

Stand back and watch a professional rapper rhyme

Put the mic down boy, the show is mine

Let's be realistic, you ain't artistic

You're simplistic

Rippin' off songs that already existed

You go ballistic when we tell you the facts plain

The evidence, you lose control of the emotions

Couldn't hack it cuz you think the world

Should rotate around what you do

But you're sadly mistaken

Here's a rude awakenin'

You ain't gonna win

This whole game's full of amateurs

Fake characters

Human beings acting mechanical

Enter the cannibals

That sucks

The mission is to crush

With the least amount of fuss

Turning leeches into dust

Cuz it's a must

He's a re-programmer

I'm a savage and my weapon's grammar

You're the nail, I'm the hammer

Backstabbers don't survive long when my mic's on

Hypocrites are paralyzed, crushed by the unknown

Destroyer destroying the phonies

Those that act up

Step to the front, we'll bring your back up

[scratching]