Ogmios - Ogmios vs Matter lyrics

[Round 1: Ogmios] Yo, who put a snapback on a Psammead Don't know what a Psammead is? It lives in the sand It's a sad fact that you keep your sand in that You pop up and chat crap to kids on some scam attack Your battle rap's spammiad You may as well back track up to your granny's flat And just Snapchat us your fanny flaps See it's apt that I say that right 'Cos your raps have no replay vibe You're the game of life on an atheist vibe Me? I'm GTA 5 My release got people awaiting lines Ready to reload and take their time Over my schemes layout and design Until it really stays in their minds So you're the spit of Mr Magoo You sound like you spit through a didgeridoo 'Cos you are here it's true But your voice, it's in a different room When you rap it sounds like someone moaning While they're scuba-diving Your producer's called Sonar, and even he can't neutralise it He puts an anti-matter filter on after you voice it And it stills like your rapping from the toilet I feel sorry for your crew With you, trolling every song When you rap about 'Smoking the bong' It sounds like you're actually trying to rap while you're smoking a bong And in your Yorkshire cyphers they've got to do the work that you're shy to put in Their gas got you puffed up, Yorkshire Pudding And it's not I check for the slang that you man shout When I say it's just Dialect that stands out And I'm so bitter at Those who insisted that This is a mirror match I guess I'll have to live with that 'Cos really it's his missus that actually has to live with that Or maybe you could be my twin, my evil twin My pathetic, creepy, mis-shapen, feeble, weasel-faced twin You were the fetal gimp My feet all in your chin Kicking you into the corner of the womb Growing twisted and deformed as he grew Living of a quarter of the food After birth you were an afterthought that would have been aborted if we knew But it's not true We're not twins 'Cos you've been alone and confused Since your dad's scrotum produced One stoned slow-moving s**matazoon That fused with the last ever ovum to fuse with your mother's fallopian tubes From that moment it's been all over for you Breathing was a bonus for you But now that's over too 'Cos this is the hands of Conan Strangling the throat glands of Hans Moleman [Round 1: Matter] You said you're like GTA 5, blatantly you're not But your punches are, because we've got to wait ages for them to drop Now, the second game of the new season Time to strap on my boots Avoided a two match ban for that two footed tackle on Youth This is my season, time to provide the fans with the proof The ref blows the whistle, let the madness ensue Let's get started with this sh** First minute, the ball stays in the same half and then it's switched Gets pa**ed to Matter, he controls it calmly with a flick Races up the line touchline like he's Nani on the wing Strikers waiting in the box, they're all barging for an inch The're all waiting for the cross, but whoah, whoah, whoah Who let this f**ing Dalai Lama on the pitch Alright, I'mma set it off f** you saying, Eggmios Don't think that I'mma let you off Your inevitable exit on a stretcher 'cos you're extra soft Forget it boss I'll put my hands around your neck and Hoooold On Like the Beggars song I must be crazier than Crazy Glue To agree to be here facing you 'Cos I'm like Weezy in the courtroom - I paid my dues Ayo, Dialect, you heard these little f*ggots hating on Yorkshire talk with a pa**ion? Well there's no way this could sound as sick in a different accent: *Coughs* You f**ing hippy ba*tard And since he's acting like he didn't catch it I'd better talk to him in his hippy language Like I'll dash him in the seas of Ibiza when the tide's high Watch him change colours and wave about like tye-dye He thought he would stop the strength to fight the sea But it pulls him farther back Drags him on, watch the bubbles rising like a lava lamp Laughing like spazzing on acid as he strains for breath As he's thankful just to be laid to rest That's Grateful Dead You ain't never caught a rape charge Not even one You just stay calm and talk about multidimensional quasars And how we're just a blip on the intergalactic radar But I hate stars That's why I place you at the bottom of the board with all your space bars And TBH As soon as this battle was TBA I knew I CBA Well BBK when I go to war on d** like the DEA Leave [?] like a CCJ And trust I'll leave him spinning like a CDJ [Round 2: Ogmios] Yo, greetings, greetings, greetings, greetings, greetings Greetings to you It's good to chat Did you know Matter is bald, keep it under your hat Nah bruv, keep it under your had Because there's good bald, and there's bad bald And I don't even really know what that's called But it's cool, but this has to stop 'Cos are you realy one of us or not? Are you ashamed of hair that you haven't got? But you need to end this lie You can't wear a hat for the rest of your life Listen, there's more than three seconds of light But together, we can let it shine It'll be a splendid sight Let it breathe, let it see the light Don't fight, I know Tekken 5 Alright bruv, it's cool It's cool, it's cool don't get all autistic on me bruv 'Cos you can't Matter, he's not a conscious rapper He's a nonsense chatter, a construct, a blagger Same old flow and basic jokes Against Fredo - racist jokes Against The Saurus - face jokes Against Pamflit - gay jokes Against every man it's gay jokes Calling everybody a f*ggot doesn't make you seem more straight It just makes you seem even more fake Like today, if you'd seen Two-Can you'd probably dap him up and say 'respect' And then turn around and whisper 'f*ggot', under your breath 'Cos you're a spineless hater, that can't back what you said You're as real as that mic tattooed on the back of your neck And the only thing illustrated when that ink seeped Is your love for the culture is only skin deep So how is this guy reckoned to be a title contender? He's just got a nice record - vinyl collector If I was the selector, you wouldn't get a sniff I'd be telling the director I'm editing a script With a Sopranos twist, just to dead this character 'Cos after Tony k**s Chris, that's then end of the Matter I'll save you from a life of being a crackhead in the ghetto Or I'll k** you, and expose your baldness like Ralphy Cifaretto Okay, you can be Tony, Blundetto The one that got shot if you follow the story I'm saying you'll never get that top spot, you'll always do poorly And you'd be right, Eurgh if you said, 'Sorry Mark We need something a bit more exciting for this story, Ark And I'm sorry, Mark, cos your stock's dropping fast I'm leap frogging past You'll be forgotten - past That washed up fart that nobody casts Since Oggy last put you in a body cast And don't get stroppy Mark This is London bruv We start the riots you just copy us [Round 3: Ogmios] Yo, so you say you didn't riot ‘cause you didn't want to sh** on your own turf More like you sh** your pants and then said; 'eh, let's just sit at home and smoke some herb' Yo, against Youth' you finished with; ‘You're Finnish like a guy from Finland' Matter, Matter, these exquisite lines you produce How can a mortal mind even think of them? Oh, was it ironic bro? It was? Well let me try it then Let me rip up a bar with a bar like this You fin-ish like you're similar to a part of a fish I can't do it bruv Cause you covet bad bars to cover your bad bars And to cover a lack of bars You're strapped for bars, I'm always strapped with bars Different caliber, different cla** I got Clash bars to ‘Rock the Casbah' Drop Kabbalah bars over your bald head like a yamaka When my paragraphs are in camouflage I scream Allahu akbar My bars are issuing fatwas against the infidel Matter bars I got ma**ive bars, fat bars Random bars, Unanymous bars The dragon sagas torture Aukes I can get macabre Aukes, macabre, my car back I'm driving back into the past to bring Mark's karma One punch will knock you out like Biff I'm Marty McFly's father You'll lose your flesh faster than a trespa**er at Jeffrey Dahmer's No, no, I'll make this vet scarper from the venue, like Jeff from Scarborough Incase you missed it, it's not just a mystic It's a quantum physicist That know if you keep splitting these building bricks We find nothing intrinsically existing So what seems solid is Encompa**ed by whatever this energetic spirit is So matter is the definition of what filler is So just ‘cause we perceive his material doesn't mean Matter real Like I seem ethereal, i'm still a man of steel Armed like Megatron, break matter down to quarks and electrons Just to impart a suggestion, this is this mind espionage like Inception cause when I practice my craft i'm slept on So it's signs and science that I put my faith in Holding my pad in my homelap like clockwork i'm creating Don't shatter your soul raps, one Og verse he's fainting Cause I show Matter collapses under observation From wave to particle, I'm the new wave You're past it, it's cool But play your position and pa** the ball Cause I'm central to the mission The flux capacitor, a number ten with the vision You ain't the one Matter 100 Bullets who? I'm a hundred Gullets Ruud Bar kung fu there's nothing you can do cause i'm k**ing this Playback or live with the bars and images I'm the king of this laid back style, I'm Ibrahimovic Now think on his last minute scissor kick versus the English Cause it distinguishes how my verses are different Cause it comes from the heart Being outside the box, trained in martial arts, ever ready to outfox It goes over some heads but still connects with the net And the crowds on both sides known to show respect So you should quit it, before I remix it like i'm Ibrahimovic My game on a higher plane like Quidditch sh**, I got six minutes of this wizard sh** but I'm gonna skip it Cause my timing is exquisite and that's how you finish