MARX

Let the battle commence on the war of the roses

Yorkshire's victorious but you already know this

never in the dugout, in the field where the prose is

I just ripped the rug out from under your noses

attack you with the poetry - Shakespearean sword

applying for jobs I ain't got experience for

we can rewrite history clearing the score

I'm solidified I ain't trying to hear it at all

the intoxicating English to leave your son and daughter smashed

buy a photo frame that only houses my autograph

trying to reel me in when they ain't even caught a cast

pitching ideas like I ain't already thought of that

incredibly pretentious too right I got an ego

on the offset get followed where me go

the paradigm shifted kid and I took the lead so

rappers got salty

just stick to having weed rolled

It's a call to the arms

where pride and power's in palms

we burnt the book

left you shook and reinvented the psalms

we cut the mic cut the lights

while you ring the alarm

no gimmicks just lyrics we finish as sinners with charm

GRHYMZ

Step and spit vocals with pride

cause this social divide that's increasing is croaky and snide

when approaching with those that are totally fine

till they're gone then they look down their noses and smile

cause you're peasants and you'll never be better than them

never pretend to be them

if you don't know where you're heading

then you're doing your head in again

and my friend it ain't a trend

but you're better just getting a pen and getting your vengeance in

again and again and again

and in the end well you'll settle the score

with cock suckers who are wrecking the poor

let you hold their mouths open when you step in the door

tell em open wide fucker get the debt I'll un-pour

cause they treat me like a cock who is new to this

I could offer them tutelage

instead I'm dropping a boot on this

and watching my back cause the future's uncertain

pools of blood spilled over truth

but which version?

It's a call to the arms

Where pride and power's in palms

We burnt the book

left you shook and reinvented the psalms

we cut the mic cut the lights while you ring the alarm

no gimmicks just lyrics we finish as sinners with charm

It's a call to the arms

Where pride and power's in palms

We burnt the book, left you shook and reinvented the psalms

We cut the mic cut the lights

while you ring the alarm

no gimmicks just lyrics we finish as sinners with charm

RAZORRAWKS

So pick your sel’ up man when I send you packing backwards

in a last ditch attempt at playing rapping till I catch ya

snatching chats and spy out latches

when the fact is man I’m practiced

and I’m versed in the ancient art of parting party tactics

and I can’t be arsed with hardly starts and fat lips after egos

spill over

Novocaine for you now I conversate and knew

how’d you go and start a fucking shit chatting exercise?

I spliced to the side the right time and now the nights mine

and its my time to shine a light

a type and kind to split the night

the line of sights mine

I’ve finalised the words they’re mine to type

dynamite and tight

and line after line they’re all like fucking

“How’d that guy go speed of light? And occupy a space where neither lies

a barren land!?”

Well I ain’t black and white I’m either

and I freedom fight while mortified

I cheat and cry

while screaming in the face of fucking heathens seething

I can hear em dreaming

I can hear em clearly

praying dearly for the fear to fucking veer me

It's a call to the arms

Where pride and power's in palms

We burnt the book

left you shook and reinvented the psalms

We cut the mic cut the lights

while you ring the alarm

no gimmicks just lyrics we finish as sinners with charm