Mark B - Don't See the Signs lyrics

[Sample: Get on up! Do what you wanna do!] Blade: Will I be rated as one of the greatest rappers on the planet? I doubt it Will Mark be rated as one of the greatest producers? I doubt it It's not cuz we ain't good It's cuz we're from London That means we're stigmatised We can't be original To hell with that prehistoric thinking Just because your ship's sinking It doesn't necessarily mean that ours is I'm known for wearing Carhartt jeans, not Tizer trousers Your lifestyle is as safe as houses, mine is unorthodox Oral ecstasy, we never had no videos on the box Rap's Rambo, one man army Had it with your mumbo-jumbo Switchin' roles, now I'm Columbo Investigatin' the scene Exposing the perpetrators How dare you compare yourself to Jesus Claiming you came to Earth to save us? Step to the centre stage when you see me yell "May-day" We ain't here to play, we're here to slay You better pray You can bring Robocop, Terminator, Superman, Batman But none of them can handle this madman You don't see the signs because you're blind You're running out of time I'm using my mind It's a crime Stand back and watch a professional rapper rhyme Put the mic down boy, the show is mine I don't have time to worship idols, that's for idiots Triple check the ingredients, strictly no chameleons On a scale of one to ten you're a zero Nothing Learn before you shoot your mouth off Try to give 'em something To think about Work your brain muscles This has the hustles Daily from the second the sun rises until it's gone again The arrival of the full moon means it's time to perform again The damage is done with one performance and then I'm off again It something ain't correct we cut it off from the stand It'll be the same the next month, warn your men Cordon off your area in your feeble attempts To try to catch a superior rhymer that's out to bury ya In the confusion, you're all about to witness The birth of a showdown A monumental throwdown I got the world in the palm of my hand And as things stand I intend to steal your fans ]From under your nose Whether you're friends or foes I've been watching you You've been looking dead at your shows And as it goes [??] acting as prose One of these days you'll be exposed (because) You don't see the signs because you're blind You're running out of time I'm using my mind It's a crime Stand back and watch a professional rapper rhyme Put the mic down boy, the show is mine Let's be realistic, you ain't artistic You're simplistic Rippin' off songs that already existed You go ballistic when we tell you the facts plain The evidence, you lose control of the emotions Couldn't hack it cuz you think the world Should rotate around what you do But you're sadly mistaken Here's a rude awakenin' You ain't gonna win This whole game's full of amateurs Fake characters Human beings acting mechanical Enter the cannibals That s**s The mission is to crush With the least amount of fuss Turning leeches into dust Cuz it's a must He's a re-programmer I'm a savage and my weapon's grammar You're the nail, I'm the hammer Backstabbers don't survive long when my mic's on Hypocrites are paralyzed, crushed by the unknown Destroyer destroying the phonies Those that act up Step to the front, we'll bring your back up [Scratching]