Can anyone point me in the right direction?
Nice one
Sing LSD
Lyrics to Tunes Splits the Atom?
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Lyrics to Tunes Splits the Atom?
Hello to the board,
Can anyone point me in the right direction?
Nice one
Sing LSD
Can anyone point me in the right direction?
Nice one
Sing LSD
I'm gonna loosen my lungs
Take a breath, and express
Three quarters of your mind
That tunes will possess
You're only capable thought is a function
The hunger to dance and cause human combustion
Make it bang, combinating with slang
Manchester, the dance capital of England
The way I swing is close to a sin
Unleash vocal domination like Hendrix on strings
Lyrical, miracle, poetical chatter
The raps beefed as the chat get's fatter
You drool at the sound of my lyrical feast
The snare drums the pulse, my tempo's the heartbeat
I take root like weed in summer soil
Ruff like Popeye and the
Microphone's my olive oil
Now as I recharge my vocal cords
I'll take a pause, 4 seconds to break
As I collect my applause
People get up and get on one, speed is my style
My tongue is the stun gun
I leave jams confused state of panic manic
I'm frantic some say satanic
But that's chat, I don't need the spirit of life is feed
Direct attention to the pattern of the drum box
Delivering tracks for the pleasure of disc jocks
Tunes is here to breathe life into hip-hop
Cool, smooth, but I am hot
Yo!
The deeper we get, people relate and sweat
Banging beats for bass for rap with a concept
The way I word my lines my boys kick hard
Booming and bubbling make the ladies say good god
Punks start to front they get verbally scarred
Rap selection like shorts and I hold the card
Here's the count-down
Systematic melt-down
Make you dizzy your deluded when you come around
Delete my spell your body rushes when I excell
Make you boogie and your head propel
Now one second excise me while I style
Collect my thoughts and check my profile
Again I have begun lyrical fun, play my voice
Like the notes on a steel drum
Energy magnet, human conductor
Rap maniac, female seductor
Girls start wiggling, jiggling and giggling
To the tunes and leave them considering who is the new
Rave, rhyme, genius, mysterious, my tempo's oblivious
Flesh and bone, dictaphone vocal tone is my thing
So I can differ from a pop clone
5' 6" with dimples, crush punks like pimples
Rhyme's quick but my samples are simple
So concentrate, meditate
Please relate to the state of 808, and combinate
Escalate to a break so you can groove, but get
Heavy like a lead weight release my beef
Erase grief I am the chief, Rock my rhymes and leave
Punks deceased lay jams flat and put bodies to rest
I trade letters send and bend them
Deliver heat, as my DJ blends them
Now I got 2 seconds to break
Take it easy as I translate, I am
Rated for my rhyme and steel plated lines
Punk you go for yours as I go for mine
Crack heads like eggs on concrete
Freak out like a dog in a field of sheep
Dislocate your feet, make the beat complete
Suckle to my lyrics like a lamb to a teat
But don't step too far cos
Your footing might slip
Trip, fall on your ass, and still try to talk shit
Then I'll vocally victimise verbally
Emphasise the nature of the beast
With the musical compromise
Between Darren, Price, Massey, and Barker
Built like volcano, the talents the lava, yeah
Now here's the last count down
As I end it on, the one
Take a breath, and express
Three quarters of your mind
That tunes will possess
You're only capable thought is a function
The hunger to dance and cause human combustion
Make it bang, combinating with slang
Manchester, the dance capital of England
The way I swing is close to a sin
Unleash vocal domination like Hendrix on strings
Lyrical, miracle, poetical chatter
The raps beefed as the chat get's fatter
You drool at the sound of my lyrical feast
The snare drums the pulse, my tempo's the heartbeat
I take root like weed in summer soil
Ruff like Popeye and the
Microphone's my olive oil
Now as I recharge my vocal cords
I'll take a pause, 4 seconds to break
As I collect my applause
People get up and get on one, speed is my style
My tongue is the stun gun
I leave jams confused state of panic manic
I'm frantic some say satanic
But that's chat, I don't need the spirit of life is feed
Direct attention to the pattern of the drum box
Delivering tracks for the pleasure of disc jocks
Tunes is here to breathe life into hip-hop
Cool, smooth, but I am hot
Yo!
The deeper we get, people relate and sweat
Banging beats for bass for rap with a concept
The way I word my lines my boys kick hard
Booming and bubbling make the ladies say good god
Punks start to front they get verbally scarred
Rap selection like shorts and I hold the card
Here's the count-down
Systematic melt-down
Make you dizzy your deluded when you come around
Delete my spell your body rushes when I excell
Make you boogie and your head propel
Now one second excise me while I style
Collect my thoughts and check my profile
Again I have begun lyrical fun, play my voice
Like the notes on a steel drum
Energy magnet, human conductor
Rap maniac, female seductor
Girls start wiggling, jiggling and giggling
To the tunes and leave them considering who is the new
Rave, rhyme, genius, mysterious, my tempo's oblivious
Flesh and bone, dictaphone vocal tone is my thing
So I can differ from a pop clone
5' 6" with dimples, crush punks like pimples
Rhyme's quick but my samples are simple
So concentrate, meditate
Please relate to the state of 808, and combinate
Escalate to a break so you can groove, but get
Heavy like a lead weight release my beef
Erase grief I am the chief, Rock my rhymes and leave
Punks deceased lay jams flat and put bodies to rest
I trade letters send and bend them
Deliver heat, as my DJ blends them
Now I got 2 seconds to break
Take it easy as I translate, I am
Rated for my rhyme and steel plated lines
Punk you go for yours as I go for mine
Crack heads like eggs on concrete
Freak out like a dog in a field of sheep
Dislocate your feet, make the beat complete
Suckle to my lyrics like a lamb to a teat
But don't step too far cos
Your footing might slip
Trip, fall on your ass, and still try to talk shit
Then I'll vocally victimise verbally
Emphasise the nature of the beast
With the musical compromise
Between Darren, Price, Massey, and Barker
Built like volcano, the talents the lava, yeah
Now here's the last count down
As I end it on, the one