Mark B & Blade - There's No Stoppin' It lyrics

It started with a vision, a sort of a dream, a scheme A thought, a plan of the Gods, you'll see what I mean While sitting in a room writing nothing exciting Thinking, building from scratch, the tension tightens Calm but energetic, the motion is poetic The undercurrent dangerous, I'll be athletic On stage the rage released, the beast searching for peace at least I'll never cease till the day I'm at ease Yo! Hallucinating, I'm seeing things, my face in magazines My name on the tongues of rap fiends For now and forever and ever, never doubt the stamina Bring a Dictaphone and a camera Catch me in the mood and I explode, taking your soul To hell and back now that I'm out of control Ain't nobody stopping me in this game of monopoly Nobody controlling me, crowds follow me The unmistakable voice of the Pied Rhymer of London Hypnotises the listener, the spell that you're under when You follow has you thinking like a leader should think After all of the confusion coming back from the brink Of insanity, clarity over-shadowing the mist With hits, I exist in the world of showbiz Mark B with the medicine, rhythms magnificent Lyrics considered militant, Source is delivering To your doorsteps, we ain't your typical celebs I bet you don't even know the name of the album yet The Unknown back from the grave, bad to the bone Turning player haters into pillars of stone Many have tried to clone, but couldn't copy the tone and Couldn't hold their own and will never be known, blown Into oblivion, treated like comedians Never taken serious, finish 'em The bigger the breaks the higher the stakes No room for mistakes, the longer the wait the fresher the taste So it's all timed to perfection, broken down into sections Hip Hop is the connection, forward is the direction Walk through the door, let the rhymes pour Set the mic on fire, take you on a tour Journey into places that you never been before and more Visualise and let your mind explore Sights you never seen taken from a dream, extreme But real. Witness the birth of fiend When the performance is done I'm sort of like steam Vanish into the air, never again seen Is your mind playing tricks? Maybe you need a fix To get you out of the mix while we knock 'em for six Ain't nothing here for the sly or the sick The trick to get the formula right and make it stick