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 my feed Direct attention to the pattern of the drum box 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 Here's the count-down Systematic 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 Rap maniac, female seductor Girls start wiggling, jiggling and giggling To the Tunes and leave them considering who is the new Rave, rhyme, genius, mysterious My tempo's oblivious Flesh and bone, Dictaphone vocal tone is my thing So I can differ from a pop clone 5' 6"with dimples crush punks likes pimples Rhyme's quick but my samples are simple So concentrate, meditate Please relate to the state of 808, and combinate Escalate to a break so you can groove, but get Heavy like a lead weight Release my beef Erase grief I am the chief Rock my rhymes and leave punks deceased Receive vibes from minds I have caressed Lay jams flat and put bodies to rest I trade letters send and bend them Deliver heat, as my DJ blends them Now I got 2 seconds to break Take it easy as I translate I am rated for my rhyme and steel plated lines Punk you go for yours as I go for mine Crack heads like eggs on concrete Freak out like a dog in a field of sheep Dislocate your feet, make the beat complete Suckle to my lyrics like a lamb to a teat But don't step too close 'cause Your footing might slip Trip, fall on you ass and still try to talk shit Then I will vocally victimise verbally Emphasize the nature of the beast With a musical compromise Between Darren, Price, Massey, and Barker Built like volcano, the talents the lava, yeah Now here is the last count down As I end it on the one