Jabberwocky Darts

by Lucid Mover

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released January 4, 2014


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Lucid Mover Greater London, UK

Heed the Code of the Road Runner as you travel this Ghost in a Shell, but beware Jabberwocky Darts when you enter the Theatre of the Absurd.

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Track Name: Jabberwocky Darts
These poppy tarts are no match for jabberwocky darts
Fuckin fannys droppin sloppy farts flashin body parts
Totty gasp when my posse are wandering past
Proper cocky, probably want to grasp on my grotty arse

Not a chance luv you know the score I'm spoken for
Tryina grow mature these days and stay sober more
Known for raw flows galore
Smoking potent draws
Overtly overstated overtures that provoke awe

Open doors are left hangin off the hinges when opportunity knocks I strike like...hmmm
Fuck them cliches to make you cringe I roll with dead beat daddies, druggies and binge drinkers

Big thinkers, tight lip the ship sinkers
My stink lingers like mics gripped with fish fingers
Might have a quick tinker with the mix just to guarantee the roof get burnt to cinders

Man are like- shiver me timbers!
Another fang banger with slang grammar to injure
I been badder than sin to spin flimflam
But still got the swagger to win killin them big jams

I ping fam chicks hanging off my ding daaaaammnnn
Now tell me whose your favourite rapper out of Englaaand
King Sand the Lucid Mover
Got his ting down pat all these yoots is clueless

Pullin them combo reversals on you Judas, what go around come around the laws of the Buddhist
Talk trueness turn pricks to eunuchs my mood switch quick for the moolah manuvas

So the rep grows bigger than tumours, now I'm all about the chicks and the peez like humus,
Lamb bhunas, tarka Dahl and saag aloo
Brick lane curry house thunder belly marga crew

Spark a new leaf and bun down the whole ting
Dead stare gazing at the flames with a bold grin
Ice cold gin and tonic with a slice of lime
Known to be the last bredder on it when its cypher time

Some say it's the age, some say the ego, some say he just blaze too much and can't really flow
What the dilly tho, u think u can outlast him?
Try similarly flow you only gain chagrin

And that's a bargain much better than a bloodbath
Fuckin with this razor sharp wit you could get cut fast
Nuff tarts'll second the motion how my trouser snake is known to get em wetter than a ocean

Slow motion, single-handed spit roasting, it's like I fell in a cauldron of magic potion
Fuck boasting that shit is strictly need to know, my grannies bumpin this shit and trust me she don't need to know,

Wha gwan behind closed doors, my game is urban legend, inner city folklore,
So now them broke whores are begin me a tuk tuk
But couldn't give a sympathy fuck when I was love struck

Tut tut how the tables have turned
I treat money in the bank like it's paper to burn
More fire more ashes in the urn
I wonder how many lashes it takes for you to learn

Call me the cat o nine tales,
All you MCs are pussy whipped I'm tippin the rhyme scales
With flows too heavy for the tampax these little bitch bredders keep on shoving up their man gash

Anthrax them handbags you reppin, damn slags, me to rhymes is like Baghdad to weapons
Spit venom to spin melons then
In a split second I be shift jetting to spliff sessions

Gettin high like how you been long time, me I just been workin on songs and writing long rhymes
Devine designs from a borderline mind deprived of sunshine
But over-exposed to knife and gun crime

Front line living trying to make ends meet
Still unsigned eating up your favourite MCs
Call it a labour of love the most deadly
Hell raising dubs with bars of pure shegry
Track Name: Boulders of Phlegm feat. Freedom of Strangelove
Raging bull when I'm holding a pen
What they talkin bout ice, man I'm colder than them
Spitting boulders of phlegm making soldiers of men
Dip em in a boiled egg then it's over my friend

Cos i gotta defend the means to my ends
While they chatting bout reppin for the thieves in their ends
It's a bitter struggle of hypocrites befuddled how the puzzle drops
All of a sudden your bubble pops

Trouble cropping up around every corner
Got you asking yourself is they friends or informers
So now the big smokes comin like a sauna
Pure traumatising the stakes is enormous

Me and my chorus forge our own force through assault course streets that warlords enforce
Spinnin tall tales to warp your thoughts, a smorgasbord of twisted mysteries and war reports

An awkward sort of ilk getting slaughtered for the thrill, seeking more than just a portion of the fortune you conceal
Making meals out a measly morsels
My flow too paranormal for mere mortals

Leaping through portals causing exponential paradoxes,
I stroll the depths of hell by stashing crosses in my boxers,
The most obnoxious cock with no conscience,
Out to live long and prosper off songs filled with nonsense

Knock you unconscious when I fling these bars,
Test the chest of any weak heart and make em see stars,
Beats blasting out the speaker box reefer smoking,
Known for enchanting demons and keeping them beenies open

Kundalini yoga pose align my shakras,
You overdose on potent flows in my mantras,
Weight of the world on my shoulders like atlas
In every brain cell I got imagination captured
Track Name: Cheese Cake
We smoke cheese and cut cake
Broke fogeys who cus fakes dat bus bait
And love it when chicks strut to make their butts shake
We just in it for the lust for fucks sake

I been waiting so long my nuts ache
What I gotta do just get my bars up on a break
Modern day living tryina make killin
Getting parred by the hands that the man's dealing

Make em reach for the ceiling when my pens spilling
Leavin heads spinning,
Break beats and wreck riddims
On a demolition mission for the bread winning
When my bells ringin MCs are bedridden

See either get with it or get rid of it
I was spraying over tracks as a little kid
With a bag of tin cans and a fat nib
Now I'm all about bars, stabs and adlibs

Only out for the cabbage
Managing the damage from years of bad habits
Like tryina civilise a savage
My approach is to toke the roach and act pragmatic

Black magic ink on my quill
These maggots cant hack the stink of what I bill
Back from the brink with da iller skill
Bredders better recognise the deal and just chill

I bust schpiel for the buzz kill
Handling my business like a back alley drug deal
Live by the motto that love heals
But those who won't listen must feel

Holla if ya hear me now hush still I got more gab to gush, crabs to crush
Bottom of the barrel rap fads I've had enough
These mainstream slags can't handle us

Take it back to the nuts and bolts,
My revolutionary rap summon up revolts,
Hundred thousand volts in a verse got em shocking
Wyt Fang beats are brutal, limbs poppin and locking

Whether you clock in and clock out or on the block shottin
Better keep your doors locked when the coppers come knocking cos

Them man are clocking when you click on your login
Saw your comment on a blog and now they think that your plotting a job

Boy that'd hit the spot like a Molotov
Cos man are so broke that for a buck they'd chop a bollock off
Life's a crock of shit in this metropolis
Crooked politricks bringing on apocalypse

I want the opposite
A place to raise a lot of kids, dig crops and occasionally drop cid
A far cry from the toxic moshpit
Where your humble narrator now currently cotches
Track Name: Filth & Money
We from the land of filth and money where it's never sunny
Nose runny, the roads are so gully
Hollow tummy yoots wanna know what's so funny
Now you ain't going nowhere in a hurry

Man scurry prang from me shook of all the slang prolly hit a couple grams of Chang and thought you was nang
Little did they know about the master plan, This ain't no half arsed amateur scam, It's taken all my years

Study history smoking weed drinking beers...
Trying to solve the mystery of being here...
So simplistic yet so complex
Let me break down the context

We from the land of filth and money where ain't nothing funny
Rumbling tummy yoot suckin a zoot like a dummy
Still stick it to honey like energiser bunny
When I'm down under
They say my mouth is like a dunnie

Got a yummy mummy and a couple bright sparks
Trying to keep em on the right path
Ain't no light task
Spilling my heart to settle my nerves
Bars stackin like the Federal reserve

Ya heard a couple rumours that the kids killed my swag
Dirty nappies piling up on top of the rhyme pad
On the contrary they're coming with that playground hype brag like
Your dad ain't got rhymes like my dad

We from the land of filth and money where the waters scummy
Curb crawlers on the corners watching whores hungry
Everyday social housing get more slummy cos the laws are written for the lords buddies

My sword duppied scores of bloody frauds before now I'm sharpening my blade getting ready for war, for sure
Kick in the door waving the piff draw
Spittin that raw shit strictly hardcore

It's that jaw dropping Jabberwocky dart shotting brudda taking you on bizzare ride to the pharcyde
Just another undercover mother lover titty sucker in the shitty city, stuck in the bits with no supper

Life's a bitch and she wants you to fuck her like an animal, but you gotta think rational,
Have a time out, a little sabbatical
Sort your mind out and find out what's magical

We from the land of filth and money where the rats scurry
Cats, druggies and tramps, eyes blurry
Dry furry mouth breath kickin like Chun Li
Everyday man jump bridge without the bungee

Clunge deep in the game smelling skunky, Wyt Fang organ grinding, I'm just the monkey
Do it for them hip hop junkies
Who don't belong to no country

No flag, no god, no symbol
Universal law keep it simple
One Nation, one people
Walking the thin line between good and evil
Track Name: In The Jungle feat. Uncle Jazza of DefDFires
Fuckin, fighting, ruckin, writing
Wheelin, Dealin, Duckin, diving
Pockets tightened, suck it right in
Chuckin the dice and feelin frightened

Scheming demons hyping heathens
Dreamin of bein enlightened
Seeking meaning rhyme and reason
Screaming my soul in ciphers

Beating my chest with a mic like
(doof doof)
Take out the teeth of a biter
Bong lighter long John ripe for the thong I spy with the eye of the tiger

Pied piper guiding blind mice to beyond the horizon out of eye sight
In the twilight drive bys knife fights
Guys die tryina survive the hype life

Busy like the Birds and Bees
In the hustle bustle, of the urban jungle
Feel the pulse of the beat
Bangin like a tribal drummer

Deep in the belly of the beast
See the light like a funnel
its an eternal struggle
Fighting to be free
Track Name: Eyes of Dali
My slang treat mics like an ang lee fight
You man are on a shandy nose candy hype
I ain't the anti-Christ I'm just anti-Christ
Never gonna let em catch me twice

The truth gets romanticised
Til it's nanger than the best bang you fantasised
Yeah I brang that dan baddaman shit
Me and fang come together like krang

No homo all sapien
Still they callin me Damien
It's like the whole mind frames alien
Brainwavey a shade of iranian

Hating the state of the game we in
So I bring a nu sound like adrian
Blaze the ting my main aim to win
All them played out cliches are wafer thin

That ain't hating it's making a statement
But next time I won't waste the ink
Just Blaze a spliff of the baitest piff
And still light incense for the sake of it

But can't take a drink cos it makes me think I might face the clink or spray paint the sink
Rappers chatting bout their chains and whips
Waving at the camera while their slave ship sinks

I'm taking your brain to the brink
It's like seeing a snake face change in a blink
Kicking up shit making a stink
Clawing my way out this cradle of filth

That's the state of my brain these days
99 shades of pain I relay
Bangin out bars on a beat
Them other man are coming hard on a sheet

Lost like a dogs fart in a breeze
Barking up the wrong tree
Fat cats pull strings like archery
Fuck that I'll never let em martyr me

Got bars for weeks
Rap so vivid it surpass belief
Creeping through dark streets
Armed with an arsenal of tools for a party

Tarty birds goin on mardy
Only in it for the bone and the barley
Coke or the charlie, stones and wasabi
Clothes that are flown in from west Malawi

What the raaasss I'm like walahi
Hand me my props and step off my salami
Before l go kamikaze,
Been wild like safari since the age of Atari

Seen it all through the eyes of Dali
But already heard through the words of Marley
Rise of the undead army
While the whole worlds glued to the kahzee