[Verse 1]

I lock stock in one smoking tongue

Punch lines break your ribs, follow through to puncture lungs

The chosen one, infidel so I rebel

Got his beats locked down in an H-Block cell

They kill at random, accused of being crazy

Give whiplash to slip mats while flirting with ladies

There's no maybes, just make up your mind

The masterpiece will never cease, it's the perfect time

Divine way of thought, break the law

Walk from shadow to shadow, we'll never get caught

You know the sort, I need to fuck up the system

Paralysed by the rhythm, make you sit back and listen

This ain't wisdom, it's just a madman on the loose

Getting more heated than a body builder on the juice

Here's a noose to put to use, the truth is deadly

You won't get far like having no wheels on a treadly

So don't tempt me or feel the wrath of Drapht

The aftermath you left shattered like shards of glass

Fuck the past, I'm living in today

Can see right through the fake like an X-ray

Never obey, living in a giant's world

Crushing anything in my path, never let my head swell

So when exactly were you gonna sell?

Ninety percent of your listeners are nine to ten-year-old girls

[Turntablism/Hook]

"You laugh till your motherfucking arse gets drafted"

"Taking out you suckers and you don't know how I did it"

"The Weatherman lands at high noon ready to drop shit"

[Verse 2]

Follow no footsteps, make my own path

I'm blinded by temptation, guided by stars

On charge, the target large to massive

From bar brawls to road rage with cars in traffic

Light that matchstick, feed my fuel

Sweat drips off my nose, I can't keep my cool

So I'm stranded, with an upper hand I have landed

Above standard, your total attention is demanded

Gotta abandon any dead weight

I'm dead straight to break through before it's too late

Keep faith like Dash, I will never stop

Shape shifting from the matrix to a telephone box

Block your move, the draw card is destined

The Sundance Kid in this Syllabolik western

Ask the question, is there long term effects?

The answer's yes, you're left with a dislocated neck

[Turntablism/Hook]

"You laugh till your motherfucking arse gets drafted"

"Taking out you suckers and you don't know how I did it"

"The Weatherman lands at high noon ready to drop shit"

[Verse 3]

To end it off, it's a brand new era

Got no position or power in this war against terror

Learn to live in the shadows of our ministers

One man fucks up and it affects all the innocent

Select the finisher, just wipe the slate

I wasn't told we lived just for the United States

Now it's too late, the ball begins to roll

You sold your soul not even for the green and gold

Told I can't grow old, place the time limit

To live out my dreams, counting down the dying minutes

One thing that stuns me living in this country

Howard says about as many intelligent things as Humphrey

Try and hunt me, I can't be stopped

Exist in the back of your head next to the pile of rocks

Tick tock, your time's up, lights out

Drapht the head-hunter, you better duck and move south

Me and my big mouth manage to vanish

When anyone starts to talk about paying for the damage

It's a dynamic force, torture towns

Shake up your balance, leave worlds upside down

I astound in a pronoun perspective

Drapht, S-B-X, kid it's getting fucking hectic

So call the medic, mankind's been hit

Much too weak to retaliate, just sit and get a grip

[Turntablism/Hook]

"You laugh till your motherfucking arse gets drafted"

"Taking out you suckers and you don't know how I did it"

"The Weatherman lands at high noon ready to drop shit"

[Turntablism/Outro]

"Fanatic"

"I got the wild style"

"Turntable dead eyes, turn shit up"