Psiklone - Character's Assa**ins Part 1 lyrics

Reain: (a.k.a Whashisface) I'm like Jet Li in the booth; I'm The One Don't care if you're 5 ft 3 or the 2(?) We can go one to one, I'll pay you no credit You ain't saying sh** like radio edits You see a stage and you get quite frightened I rip any mic, give me a Mike Tyson I blow your mind cause you thought Reain is the terrorist With the rucksack plotting on your thought-train Loud airforce, I bust moon boots Bite one of my punchlines and get a black and blue tooth You'd be better biting ?????? I got a wireless hands-free kit microphone Check the way I'm rhyming, trust I'm gonna bust Coming soon like ???????????? Representing west, get prepared This is just the beginning, You won't see West End even in Leicester Square Rip your Four Five, I don't need a nine Roll into a gun fight and shoot opponents with my piece of mind Punchlines are ??????? Give DJs my cuts; pour salt in the wounds All these weak emcees, I'm daring them I ain't scared of 'em, cause they handle beef like a vegetarian And I'm able to slew you like I'm Cain You best run, blood, like the fluid in your veins Conflix: Never been bright or quick Despits this, I've been getting respect on the rhymes I spit Rhyme as quick and get outshined on tracks Sever them blind by flicks, when I channel the sun's rays within the pen that I'm writing with Benny's the nicest kid, try to diss And I'll rip and break every single bone in your neck as you try to spit You better hide and sh** Cause behind my bars you can pick any cell you like and spend the rest of your life in it Step to my rep, you find no better guy that is wrecking mics, and a threat defined and setting a sentence right Cause I'm so offensive my text and lines are both in a web design to attract any FOE that attempts to bite I'm a threat with a weapon I don't scare and don't care whatever you reckon 20 percent of you emcees have got a future set IN THE PRESENT And the rest is just a bunch of old-school losers that'll never be legends ????????????? You wanna box, so let's spar ???????? Cause I'll skin you alive, dump your corpse and use your skull as a headguard I'm not the thuggy type, I'm a funny guy But I'm like nothing nice, cause I'd love the sight of your stomach sliced With a ton of rhymes I'm so heavy, It's kinda hard not to fall to the planet earth and come out the other side Rappers slayed when I gash your face with the blackest blade ??????????????????? ??????????????????? You're punches are ?? cause every blow thrown at me, I'm seeing it as slow as Neo does in the Matrix So understand that I'm underrated But understand that I'm understated, the one day I'll be London's greatest! Psiklone (Rhyme Asylum) : Yo it's the twisted rapper forming tornadoes out of liquid matter Slash your wrists with daggers putting knives inside your Christmas crackers Spit with a thunderous presence, so fast i can Count every grain of sand in the world in under a second A mystical poltergeist at open mic's predicting thoughts Can see in the future cuz both my eyes are crystal balls With twisted thoughts i dive off the Eiffel tower At 90 miles per hour catch myself an inch before i hit the floor Celebrate my d**h day as a special occasion Come to terms with it like text books and pencil erasers My brain is seeping chemical agents, means that i Multiply be calculators by million decimal places Sick cars get hot wired hook jump leads up to my tongue And unleash the voltage to kick start a dodge viper After a verse is rinsed my raw rhymes rejuvenate With imagery that can make someone born blind hallucinate Manage: It's character a**a**ins drowning brains in a shallow bath I spit hard and decorate your face with battle scars Put down the mic, or I'll come running with a tackle charge You're so wack, when you spit even your shadow laughs I make bars to starve you off your last breath Moving your yard and have you sleeping on a park bench ????, even in past tense Pick up a car wrench and leave your face with a large dent You got no sense, knocking on d**h's door Claim you're on top of the game, but coming off like a ???? I settle scores with metal swords till your head's raw Use daggers and knives, strike and leave your neck torn Start a war and leave you begging ??? You'll need an armored vehicle to get you through your next tour I'll spit and night and turn the sky to a red dawn Cause I see my life through the eyes of a ???