Tunes Splits The Atom

I'm gonna loosen my lungs

Take a breath

And express

Three quarters of your mind

The tunes will possess

Your 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 gets fatter

You drool at the sound of my lyrical feast

The snare drums the pulls, my tempo's the heart beat

I take root like a weed in summer soil

Ruff like a Popeye and my 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 boil

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 scared

Rap selection like shorts and I hold the card

This is the count-down

Systematically melt down

Make you dizzy you're deluded when you come around

Delete my spell your body rushes when I excel

Make you boogie and your head propel

Now one second excuse 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