It is cold, airless, forbidding
The very precision of its operation, like a surrealistic dream
We can measure it's movement and depth
But our minds cannot fathom it's spiritual geometry
There are those among who can comprehend it's physical forces
But in the inner structure of our beings, we have not yet digested it's meaning

[Chorus]
You get no mercy if you're innocent
No Viagra if you're impotent
No education if you're ignorant
Keep your head though if you're diligent
My finger's on the red button
(Punk)
You don't really wind up and start something
You don't really wind up and start something
You don't really wind up and start something
My finger's on the red button
{Repeat chorus]

So you want me to fuck around and display
Mental array of rhymes, metaphors, word play?

No Tocky, just keep it rocking 'til the beat stops kid
Just spare the lives of the innocent, 'cos someone's gotta live

When I spit it's like a dirt bike
My words take flight
Gritty and muddy, Tom-style it's just liiike a box of tricks
A box of hits, tool-box pop your lips, Tom-style
Box you in, got the sound box, got you
Desire the nanny, in a ring-box, Tom-style
Box of chenny, box you up
Put you in to storage, with some more shit

I'm getting you dazzled E's, back from focus
I consume the beat like a swarm of locusts
I'm on this beat like a evil parasite
Watch me blood up your spinal, I'm in the mood tonight
Making moves like Kneivil, jump you with the mic
I'm in the mood to hype, yo these rhymes are medievil
In the mood to fight, yo the evil crew link mate
It's evil nine tonight with the shadowless dark arts

Tripping through the light, lyrics burst and ricochet
I stand up - get slapped
All of you pussies and saps, pansies and twats
Shallow characteristics
I got a dropkick for all of you pinpricks

[Sad, lonely, timeless]

[Chorus x2]
Yo mind-smiths puzzling like Ludo
Don't even grab you still yo
Taking space even on my own or with my crew so
You know better than to start with some shit bro
Grab you like a whirlpool, take you down low
Always wanting me to display skills and let it show like Thor
Thunderous style, hammering or blows, like barbarians
Clubbing down all of my foes
One punch, rock your dome, blood your nose

I got a big-arse stardom with multiple hoes
Shorty-ass sprinklers, wet my bulbs yo
Blood-sucking vampires think you've gots the go
No no no please don't bite -that's the blow
Cos wifey notices that shit, yeah you know
I rock the heat so I can ice the show
Moody black beats with hyped tempos
Still spitting hard at the land yo
I'm on go, my mind's very alert
I never shirk, prepared to put in the work
Mentally running until my head hurts
Mental head-splurt
Banging out beats that hurt your network

[Chorus x2]