One-Take

[Intro] We are not asked that the rules of the game should be modified But if anybody likes to play rough, we can play rough too [Verse 1: Metropolis] Who keeps the verse shining like the break of dawn? Metropolis sick no matter what break I'm on Synonymous with Orifice Bringing it on like cheerleaders in a wack flick that should have been a porn True, I'm a sick brother you should call me diseased Move through weak MCs like SARS in Chinese And bras, pry them open with a crowbar What, I wasn't sober - met her in a Soho bar Yeah it's over, like Claire Short's career I put thoughts to prayers The weight of my words, that's a deep cross to bear [?] habitual rap business addicted to Trying to live it through [?] Find out from no-names Begging on foreign terrain, we don't play no games The inky blue-black verse that stain your vein And leave the rhythm tagged up like my name on the train [Hook] Too many brothers on my job I guess I hold weight So when we roll tape It's over in one take, shake Battle masses like an earthquake Make em wonder why they came out in the first place [Verse 2] Es ist kaum zu fassen, was für'n Sound wir nach draußen lassen Wir sitzen hier und rauchen Massen zwischen lauten Bässen Der Sound is' Massive hier mit [?] Und das ganze in 'ner anderen Sprache pas de probleme All day we're blazing Po And now we're getting late for the show But that's already fucking ages ago Now take off your clothes Cos it's getting hot in this We got Orifice, Mr Gray Nichols, Hoik and Metropolis Most people feel the need to impress I just got the steez, I carry em deep in my chest And yo, heads ain't ready for heavy lines, I testify I keep it steady though life is messy in SE5 You were petrified, when I first stepped on the scene But you don't even matter to me I manifest a state of mind of me, myself and I And space and time when I phrase my rhymes [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo, you're tongue-tied like rappers in a wack battle [?] jack a whole truck-load of man cattle Can grapple, man I wouldn't talk if I couldn't walk (stupid dork) Fronting like a priest when you're cooking pork You're fucking caught looking dumb with your pants down The fact is, blud, you're looking like a damn clown You're steady trembling, stuck in a rut with ten of them Cluckin' and spit [?] and raps with mad adrenalin Man i can't remember when we had it so bad It's like my world's caving in, game over - low hand I seek to represent my destiny I can't believe my luck I feel my soul seeking peace but I'm weak as fuck I need to break from these chains and shackles Head games, mad boys trying to take and tackle, what But I'm about to get what's naturally mine Mind is searching for the truth moving backwards in time [Hook] [Verse 3] We keep it rough You guys are too even Fags need a bad black and blue beating Kind of stranger like who's Steven? Dude it's hateful when you speaking New words and new meanings The second son of a drunk man from New Zealand Like my forefathers, my crew's region Germany, France even to Sweden Bring the fumes on yo to the room ceiling A bad time to resume breathing Your fucking brains are too tiny to see them I hate to use my true feelings Bitch I'll beat you for no reason Had hurt you A sling shot, an arc of a heart circle We're ill if you dudes noticed Ten thousand men just a few focussed [Hook] x 2