[Intro]
It's Traumatik
Don't judge a CD by it's cover
Big up DJ Big Mikee on production
Dark elements
Verbal GBH part two
Big up all my multi-dimensional fucking entities

[Verse 1]
Well I've had this painful hurtful few weeks, so I just wrote some violent [?] lyrics
If you don't like me then fuck you then suck your dead nan for three whole minutes
You know Wiley and Devlin and Dappy they sold their souls to evil spirits
No lies or evil gimmicks just understand I see no limits (no limits)
Cus I'm grimey reckless flawless and I'm on some relentless war stuff
Cus these egotistical MCs heads they're bigger than Skepta's tour bus
Inside their minds is fear they're weak just like a defenseless fortress
I'm inflicting pain on a victim's brain no games just endless torture
Where's Crazy Titch when you need him?
I wish Dizzee went jail and Titch got signed cus Crazy Titch would've still done grime and then showed these MCs the meaning
I don't wanna see shit MCs on Lord of the Mics talking about shit mate
I wanna see Ghetto clash P money and I wanna see Trim clash Big H
I wanna see serious stuff
Jammer you can't be serious blud
Just kill yourself by taking some tablets and swallow 'em down with period blood
And if MCs wanna test me cus I'm skinny like Ethiopian dudes
Well I'll pull out your mum's insides and force feed you her fallopian tubes
[Verse 2]
Shorty, Little Dee and Blacks they all sound shit like Kozzie and Maxsta
Big Narstie's sick but his belly could hold more food than a lorry in Asda
And why these UK rappers speaking American copying gangsters? (Why?)
I'd love to break every bone in their body and leave their whole bodies in plaster
Cus my technique is technical
Too gruesome complex and exceptional
I run up in Roll Deep's headquarters and I stamp on Manga's spectacles
Rawzilla should do some tracks with Sox
Cus they're both homosexuals
You dirty filthy bastards
Pick up a knife then shank your testicles

[Verse 3]
So now I've got your attention
Lemme just talk some actual facts
These cities are open prisons they're built with lies and stacks of cash
We're mentally stuck and locked in concrete cubes and trapped in flats (wake up)
And all I'm seein' is egotistical bastards acting flash
But wait it gets real your country's leaders are causing war crimes (war crimes)
They're dropping bombs on innocent families and everyone's living in poor times
They're fucking around with their food and poisoning water supplies with fluoride
So question everything do research and wake up before you all die
Be grateful
Be thankful
Be happy cus life is precious
Don't be sad when life is difficult
That's when you learn the best lessons
The lower dimensions are hell
The higher dimensions are heavens
We're living in the third dimension and all I'm seeing is drugs and weapons
That's why I'm on some third eye conscious lyrical quantum stuff
Cus I'm fed up of feeling pain and hurt and stress and constant fuss
Reincarnation is real
Trust me I don't talk nonsense bruv
You're not just a human body you're more like infinite consciousness