[Verse 1: Blizzard]

Call me Manchester's great

Anybody hate so I tell them straight

I'm an egomaniac people hate

I'm like "why can't you all accept that trait?"

2012 do ya ever gonna lend man?

You better comprehend and protect your mate

Better start joggin' on before I go

Oregon my head might go into a western state

Because I'm a don and I flow tight with it

The worlds ending and I'm fine with it

I pen Dystopian fiction daily and its your job to decipher it

Welcome to the cypher you gotta be a privileged spitter to come and rhyme in it, I'm in it, lightin' it up see if I give a fuck

Cause the needing equators just a line in a book

You dont like me, alrighty

The hate on your death bed will go nicely

I pay dues now my reps so stripy

But im camouflaged so the dead won't find me

I set a scene, it's moody and gothic

In a way you relate to my topic

Beat me in soon is it an alignment of the tropics, I catch a cataclysm comet

The mayans have gave me my own day

So say goodbye to your soul mate

The zombie apocalypse will be so bait

The sky will be dull the atmosphere will be opaque

Souless beings are loosing their tempers

Still getting about we've been dismembered

That ain't even half of the shit

That's gonna happen on the 21st of December

[Verse 2: English Frank]

I don't need to go in for me to go all out

I'm already in and I'm out of my mind

I find myself trying to find myself

Talking to myself, by myself all of the time

Grandad's Spitfire used to spit fire on them Germans

Now i spit fire on them Germans

While my mandem will spit fire from my earnings

If you ain't giving it up, burn em

We dont fuck with snakes or five-o

Unless I'm fucking 'em in the arse with ice poles

I've a death wish, I don't want to die old

I've got mad thought running inside of my skull

Head gone, head look good head blown

Rocka-bye baby your wifey's dome

How you gonna talk like you're really really bad

When you're only really bad on your microphone

Forget it, I will eat your heart

I'm not talking bout rapping I will eat your heart

It ain't even race, don't even start

I will get even Steven on your clart

Hollow heart, drunken soldier

You will see me get madder so I cannot get sober

You won't see me in a rover with a revolver

We just see a paid ex-service soldier

See we do this ting and we do not sing

We vibe with girls and we dont buy bling

We grow on food and we go yours too

Money grows on trees you said that weren't true

We're going so hard and we go right through

I won't eat you if i'm not eating food I had

Food in the fridge and no food in the fridge

So food is the way I was eating food, I'm a

Lyrical animal cannibal, Hannibal

I ain't scared of gangbanging you fool

I ain't scared of a man banging his tool

No I ain't scared of a man banging at all

If you pull out on me

Boy you best pull before I pull

Your bluff and leave you in a bloody pool

This ain't no game I ain't playing pool

I got two big balls and one stick

For I still talk to myself

So I stop for a sec, and talk to myself

Still on the road, hoodie up moving in stealth

No I won't ever be rich cause my health and my wealth being lied to

Being poison in the water, poison in the water

We need to wake up now why, huh

Cause a lambs being lead to the slaughter

Are we still gonna chat about who's bash and who's flash

Who don't and who bangs chaps

Like if I see a boy getting pitched on the street

I'm gonna go on YouTube and tell the whole world real talk

Seen a boys brain on a curb

Whats to be said ooh not a word not a word

You wanna feel pain feel my finger on your brain

And leave your white tee soaking from the bloody rain

You must have gone mad

Thought I'm gonna change?

I'm still English Frank I still got rage

Yeah i made a couple commercial tracks

So I can buy all my ball white trash white trash

Why is my best friend best friends with his strap?

Probably cause I got no love for the flats

Why do I talk to my dog more then I talk to my own dad?

[Verse 3: Mic Righteous]

Yo, I don't wanna be the one to put your little fire out

It's not cool, what's all this hype about?

Whats kind of cyborg do you think's gonna skywalk

Magically fall from the cloud?

Casually land on the ground

Fall in and wipe us out

It must doubt what lifes about

I feel to like go mad

Find your house

Break though the door

Go on your Facebook page

And then sign it out

Control alt delete your entire account

Alright fatty, put the lappy to sleep, step back from the screen

Alright back to the streets, listen

Put the gear stick in first, this years been the worst

I've shed tears from my brothers that passed on for years

We've been stuck in the mud

Wheelspinning the dirt, been putting in work

Look at how much pain that I put in a verse

Just let Mic on and look at me hurt them

Came with the whole hood looking disturbing

You know we know that's why you're looking so nervous

I got two words for them nobody's worth it she ain't nobody worth it

I'mma drive while im mashed

I'll drive till I crash

No license, not even a permit

Wanna know the wickedest thing

I never feared in cause I'm not even a person

It's Mic Righteous, Rocky isn't working

Rocky isn't worth shit I sing this

[Verse 4: Logic]

Look, they tell me all I do is spit knowledge

I tell em nah fam I spit logic

I tell em that slavery is not abolished

I say the same thing until they got it

I say the same thing until they got it

See drake is a Zionist

Cause I bleed to forty eight

And I don't know what HYFR is

Why's his only ambition just to hype the kids?

Yeah you only live once but you gotta love the life you live

And I ain't saying you shouldn't read from the Bible book

But how can you condemn something when you never even looked

You never heard a word but you're saying shush

Not the type that ever jump always needs a push

Self health and reservation, you only control you

You can't control the moves that another's making

Your any years worth saving so save it

Look, time is a man made concept

So the end of the world can be told by the number that a clock says

No one can stop death so live your life and don't even penny what's next

Nostradamus said a lot of stuff that was true

But he also said a lot of stuff that never happened too

David Icke comes close and provides proof

I say its just another money making spoof

And its juice for them to up the prices

Illuminati's more then an eye to occupy the pre-occupied

Ostracise deep thoughts you're not awake you sleep walk

The end of the world is upon us

They can't take the realness from us

We think America's cool

Until America come bomb us

[Verse 5: Lady Leshurr]

Who who who who who who who is it

Someone just broke the mic, who did it?

They know sure when I'm come in with the tone to get get get down to the rhythm move with it

Everybody looking at me like I'm the new image

Crew running bag of dem rhymes abuse lyrics

Too wicked take time a few minutes, two minutes

Ahh, I'm running the ends again

So them lot are becoming my friends again

But I ain't got time to make amends with them

Smile and the haters best make friends with them

Hahahaha me laugh like hahahaha

And ill be like nanananana, you can't catch me

Nobody wanna but other everybody too slow

Charge, batteries done

Them lot are young, where's Ashley gone?

Chat Fabregas the back to the front

Its an IPhone ting Blackberry's done

Going against me yeah thats very dumb

I got the juice 2Pac I'm a don

The backs getting rock swear that I'm a bum

Hear that anyone no wan wan de don don yeah de don don

I'm from Birmingham, not from London

Pushing like I'm giving birth like my mum done

When I go in I put it on em like a condom

Huh, I'm from Birmingham not from London

Pushing like I'm giving birth like my mum done

When I go in I put it on em like a condom

[Verse 6: Akala]

Its the master classes

When I blast the fastest

Im the hardest artist

And I scar you bastards

Tarnished garbish cause the bars are varnished

Im a bloody animal canibal spit carnage, calmest

On a mic and I palm it

Bun up your skin like napalm darling warning

You should have known from marnin

I'm sick of them bees are swarming who else

Walk in jail with a wing full of life

Delived a lecture a man sit in silence

You ain't that respected

Might have a necklace

Talk reckless but your dibs in your death wish

Fake rudeboys run around with a lot of lip

Get punched up by 'mr positive'

Ain't that embarrassing

Stiff like a manikin

Silly little prat thought that he was havin' him

I try my best to be humble

The fact remains that I'm just arrogant

You would too if you were me

In fact you are and you're not even talented

I make myself laugh

I kiss my own arse

The bars are so hard

On par with Mozart

The verbs in a syllable

You heard im a criminal

Im preferred by nerds that determine your miserable

Matching my swag you're delirious

I could dress like a tramp and get taken serious

Cause when women have always found you attractive

It's hard to be insecure

I know, I'm a prick for that line

So sick, who's got the cure?

Nobody cause I flow so shoddy

And I won't say sorry

When I body that folly

Yeah, it's true

He's cut like Bruce but don't oil my chest to make R&B tunes

I've been round the world to too many places

I can't see the life with dust in my trainers

Infact what you see on the pavement is the behaviour of nations

So i can't rate gangbanin'

Am i stating the obvious nah bruv i rate the mau mau warriors

Ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of bleeding

Long as you're bleeding for a good reason

Dont be a duck when its hunting season

We die for dumb shit but not freedom

Kill for bandana's

We're ill with those hammers

Look how they program us

Control and go scam us

You know they dont balance

Just show the whole damage

Itsead they just manage

Make us look savage

[Verse 7: Black the Ripper]

They say the world's ending, I say it's bullshit

If it's true, I'm going Buckingham Palace with a full clip

And taking out the royal family and their armed forces

I really hate these punk police, I don't have to force it

Shouts out my brother S-B, forever supporting

Usually I come in peace but today's a war ting

Cause if it's armageddon and everyone's about to die

I gotta let these fuckers know exactly how I felt inside

Bury me a G I've never held my tongue

I hate these niggas talking murder talks but never held a gun

And how these boys talking money talk still living with their mum

Shit, I don't care if your bars are tight

That's dead, as long as I'm alive rocking nine to five

That's not my root, while you're in a suit I'm drawing a zoot

Write rhymes then get it on in the booth

They hate me like theres something wrong with the truth

People are struggling

And the goverment got the cheek to wonder why we're hustling

Life ain't meant to be like this so I said fuck it I'll do what I like bitch

Out-law till I die

Females are on man the day I'm fly

Smoke inhales while your man blazed tie

Intimidate who you like but you can't phase I

Smoke till I choke, you know I stay high

Forget music money, I always get by

You know me, I ain't known for pretending

Fuck the world, I don't care if it's ending

[Verse 8: Dot Rotten]

I tell em my drive is a Benz, my engine is vicious

Benz full of piffs so my entrance is different

And there's no need to pretend that I'm gifted

Lifes a diseas the adventure is sickening

I'm a young nigga with a pence in this wisdom

But they wanna look through my lens as a witness

I see hell on earth and his men are his minions

Raging at the world clenching my fists

I be angry always resent in the system

My family, we doing a sentence in Brixton

So we have to talk through this pen with this ink in

And that's not enough, they locked my brother up

So fuck the feds, I'm defending my siblings

When I see pigs, I'll be tempted to kick them

On my ones without no friends or assistance

A one man army against statistics

I'm just tryna find sense in my mission, who cares if I'm ballin'

When the sky's falling and it's the end of existence?

I'mma repent for my sin list

Hands in the air and I pray like a skeng that's been lifted

Never lost ill be in a mosque not a church

My my word I'm feeling like Wretch in "Forgiveness"

There's no avoiding what my descendants predicted

Good life's gonna be preventing a slit wrist

Not being broke means depending on business

Lament in my riches

Me and success go together like December and Christmas

The only time you hear a nigga scream 'fuck Dot'

Is when he's singing along to what Kendrick assisted

I dont need to bend your decision

I'm the best until the rest are too offended to listed