[Instrumental intro]

[Verse 1]

This is survival of the fittest

Fuck the untrained and malnourished

You will only have yourselves to blame when judgment gets passed

I'm sure footed, stood up I stand up

Forty-eight laws of power I stacked up

Fifty-two weeks of the year I'm steady serving McEnroe aces to the sour and bitter

My nineties leather built Nikes laces drooping, big loops and samples

We're them monsters sweeping through your city in two strides

Bigfoot, banging my chest, cannibal flesh eater

You're hanging from a thin thread, comrade

Now run for cover when I drop

The evil that men do I punish with a forty day reign

The Midlands ambassador, the monarch, I’m volatile

Obliterate and abomanise

Fifty foot castle walls cover my whereabouts, the matador

Stepping over the bullshit

I'm back with that mortified and morbid to throw in the cauldron

The rhyme to mic ratio is pure OD

I cold slab the vocab with no fee

[Instrumental break]

[Verse 2]

Squad leader, competition is none

I can't stop, won't stop, napalm, H-Bomb

DivideD Kingdom, buckle up, now brace yourselves for the almighty uppercut

My crack team formation's in place

Clear the area, flatten all opposition, bring the hammer down

With that barbed wire kybosh

Full onslaught, leave the industry a write-off

Flight of the light brigade, we sweep on them

Thousand yard snares and giant machine beats on ‘em

We beast on ‘em, MPC beats got ‘em running for the hills

When ten thousand warriors storm your Fort Knox, Z-U-L-U

Some men living in the Stone Age

While I'm gathering my product from the periodic table

I'm the animal that Hugh Hefner created

The most innovative today, Caps, fuck it, the very same

And you'd best to feel my presence

I supply on demand

"Send them back to the fucking essence"

[Instrumental break]

[Verse 3]

"Fuck it, let's do it"

I got the Trent flows, I got the pace and a half a yard

Capital N slanted across my chest

I hold the mic cable like a rotting wire

I came from Nottinghamshire to settle the score

My outfit is full platoon

William Dafoe's and Sheen dynasty's, give the ruler some room

The track Goliath, my spiel David, metal gear patriots

Fuck your miscarriage of justice, I carry the weight

Let the iron curtain sweep to cut off your exits

Cut off your air supply, my aim reckless

Spray the vocals, eyes closed, any direction

Many have tried but none have made a profession

I live by and die by none escaping the reign

And we in full ascendancy now

I move forth, right, cut and bring your embassy down

I went from start to finish and declared myself skipper

Self-financed, maim the bars and flame retardant

If you ain't going full bore

Best prepare for Unicron cos I fight fire with fire

[Outro]

Legendary Styly Cee

The 1st Blood Empire

Mighty Gambler

Can't forget Akai Professionals

Fat shout-outs to Theorist

Midnyte and UTC

Weight Bench, Rukus Regardless, Sandman, Konny Kon, WB

2-0, what up?

Main Rock, what up?

4-5, Tower, Notts City