Combustible

No more chains holding me

Say I'm free, free, I'm free

My occupation MC, Rapper, Rhymer

Whatever you call it

Hitting you like splat like slimer and that's my prerogative

And when I'm done

You'll say the job I did made your metropolis

A more enhanced, and more co-operative, communal spot to live

I shot the gift provocatively

Held it down like shocking it

Puffed any green seteva I can hit and dough the chocolate

Sat with wise mentor sit and talk a bit of the apocalypse

And how to make this world that's about to end a bit more positive

The first, his voice was rough and needed some throat lozenges

He offered his opinion, youthful with expression, talkative

The second one had more method with; he moved and plodded with

He said the world has cheated karma and must be now audited

The third one seemed a bit more centred as he led us on a ship

He said something's just can't be and found we exist as onuses

The moments all we got

So live it now

Don't trip on politics

We all return to the same passage

Broke or if your wallets thick

Now I'll inflict my Monumental, all essential, scholarship

That's dominant so on a pencil I'm a grip so come on in

I kinda went oh, how the wind go

Continental, prominent

This rhyming is pro

Kinda get your mind a bit smoked

What a hit (repeated)

Get back on (sung)

My occupation MC, Rapper, Rhymer

However you see it

Infinite with rap designer

And that's how I'm freaking it

Linking you

List the thoughts that move like currents of electric watch

Whose brains invade like plants and fields that flourish

Co connect the dots

Of ET, D&A, Galactic Raps

That's G and A and After that

A B and hey I master tactics

We obey our fashion sense

Auf Wiedersehen, ariverderche, Adios, Aloha

Make alligator bags from scratch

I'll slaughter bullets and cobras

Pythons and icons

Fight wrongs recite songs

All night long, with the lights on

Ultra proton neutron

Glue blacks till they too strong

Luke warm, flukes gone, nuclear true balm prince move on

It's venom moving eons

Beyond beyond

Lose star

Lightness of a lightning

Riding bikes through Jerusalem

Liking your awareness and imperative

Like a loose nut

Till you grasp often at the chance

My styles an alien immigrant

That'll will the crowd with the pitter-patter as the children chin out

Who rocks (repeated)\