HOOK

It's a hypnotic movement,
Translucent, symphonic fusion,
Autopilot, triptronic crusing,
Stirring the brew in this hip hop infusion

Stand on the fault line, tectonics moving,
Slowed down simplified ,head nodding music,
Iron out the creases, stretch for improvement,
Dazed and bemused in this world of confusion

VERSE 1

Me to raps like a Beamer to a kidney grill
Chat crap like a man who’s swallowed 50 pills
Thinking back when I would sit up on the windowsill
Throwing down rhymes like a coin into a wishing well

At the bar Stella Artois is getting quaffed,
Hoping someone puts a line on like a betting shop,
Drowning sorrows cos Im stressed from this elfin job
If I didn’t have a conscience I’d be selling rock,

Got to be a way to make this music work,
Study rhyme I time travel through the universe
Like Usain Bolt the way I’m runnin thru the verse,
Every year I put an album out to proove my worth,

Sat on a tatty sofa, the big fatty smoker,
Lounge Rap, with Sound Track Cappicola,
Beat and Bars part and parcel to the Rap Persona,
Spitting Gold, Keep it Old School, Tapioca,

HOOK

It's a hypnotic movement,
Translucent, symphonic fusion,
Autopilot, triptronic crusing,
Stirring the brew in this hip hop infusion

Stand on the fault line, tectonics moving,
Slowed down simplified ,head nodding music,
Iron out the creases, stretch for improvement,
Dazed and bemused in this world of confusion

VERSE 2

Walk with a purpose, Talk Shifty,
Shouting Mega Mega White Thing, born slippy
Style is aged to perfection (clink) Malt Whiskey,
Penning scribble Draw it out (huh) Walt Disney,

(Slow it Down) I know the hawk from the hacksaw,
Subtle entrance, Walk through the backdoor,
(Old School) scribbling wi chalk on the blackboard,
Leaving all you goofy MC’s with a slack jaw

And that’s More Raw that your fillet steak,
Your verse started well then went to hell, like Prison Break
Still holding it together like sticky tape,
While the rest of you are chatting more than Ricky Lake

I’m still Vibing of the moonlight,
The Insomniac, Rhyming on a school night,
Still polishing my poems like a shoeshine,
Putting these bars over bad beats and JC produced mine,

LORDWILLIN VERSE (USA FEATURE)

HOOK 2

It's a hypnotic movement,
Translucent, symphonic fusion,
Autopilot, triptronic cruising,
Still make moves in this hip hop illusion,

I stand on the fault line, tectonics moving,
Slowed down simplified ,head nodding music,
Iron out the creases, stretch for improvement,
Dazed and bemused in this world of confusion