Yeah, yeah, yeah

It's Problematik

Drum and bass

Listen

Big up my multi dimensional entities

Traumatik, I'm a drum and bass philosopher (Yes)

Fuck the government and fuck a police officer (Fuck off)

Fuck the small talk, I ain't a gossiper

'Matik, I'm a psychedelic lyricist it's obvious

Show compassion, I show a lot of love

Just me, myself and I, there ain't no stoppin' us

I'm a horticulturist, I'm on some proper stuff

Take DMT and magic mushrooms, that's a proper buzz

Traumanimatik's all so different and diverse

I'm extraordinary violent and vicious with my verse

I'm a predator, you're a victim and the victim die first

So please, don't piss me off, you cunt, just listen to my words

I grab some nice herbs when life hurts

It's effortless that's light work

I'm sinking ships like icebergs, I make my enemies divert

My verse is diverse, piss me off, you'll die first

I'll wrap my hands around your neck and make your fuckin' eyes burst

Mr. Traumanimatik ain't going nowhere just get used to it

I'm an anarchist

I'm a visionary

I'm an outlaw

I'm a fugitive

I'm giving them an evil lethal Kung-fu kick

I'll leave you bruised to bits, you silly cunt

You, egotistical bastard

You, deluded prick

Don't back down (Never)

I refuse to quit (No)

I'm self-made, my music is so lucrative

My bank account's got vast amounts

I ain't losing shit (Never)

Don't piss me off, I'll shank you with my crucifix

Traumatik, I'm a drum and bass philosopher (Yes)

Fuck the government and fuck a police officer (Fuck off)

Fuck the small talk, I ain't a gossiper

'Matik, I'm a psychedelic lyricist it's obvious

Show compassion, I show a lot of love

Just me, myself and I, there ain't no stoppin' us

I'm a horticulturist, I'm on some proper stuff

Take DMT and magic mushrooms, that's a proper buzz

Traumanimatik, they wanna put me in a straight jacket

'Cause if anybody's talkin' truth or preachin' peace they may vanish

NASA lies, they're full of shit, we're livin' on a fake planet

It's all evil and demonic, society is Satanic

They're Devil worshipping evil cunts

They need to be locked in jail

You know I'm very cold, my heavy flows weigh lots on scales

Buy my tunes on iTunes, I'm bringin' in lots of sales

I'm high demand, I buy some land and then grow crops in Wales

Mr. Traumanimatik, I'm one hell of a microphone champion

Piss me off and then make me angry

I'll knock them out when I'm stampin' them

And I'll trample them

When there's no movement I'll stick my shank in them

And abandon them

Do not phone no paramedics or ambulance

'Cause he's dead

Buy a brush and buy some gloss and paint the walls instead

Buy some bleach and buy some gloves

'Cause all the floors are red (They're red)

There's body parts and organs everywhere it's an awful mess

This world is fuckin' violent, to be alive is more than blessed