Swami Baracus - Return Of The Dragon lyrics

Flow immaculate, smacking back at these petty candidates Surrounded by these miners, divide them like Margaret Thatcher did Slack at this, you're getting blacklisted amongst the pa**ionates Return of the dragon, i'm just slashing my abstinence Release the kraken, i'm clashing titans in battlefronts Soak up the Cannon, and water down all your sentiments And that's a wet dream, you ain't got the testes to test these Flows break waves like jetskis Setting a precedent, its been a decade of decadence Spreading resonance, so why'd you still question my relevance I'm beneficial while you're just benefitting from benefits (pause) My beneficiary's blessed hearing a bruva spit Hit the summit this summer, you s**ers fearing the heights Dash your singles off, i'm sick of hearing 'em twice Baracuda's on this Power Trip Like Amba**adors, see mans driving an Indian whip I'm the first dude to burst through convention in seconds And with the third strike, i march forth, with a pen as a weapon In this 5th element, find your fears with my sixth sense Sins coming back on past tense, reaching 7th Heaven A giant walking amongst petty lames, like the 8th wonder of the world I'm masterminded solely by The Brain Sat on Cloud 9, regardless of their Top Tens Cats lose focus, living life within a spot lens Tighten my resolve, (pause) another notch to my belt They're puppets on a string, cutting the surface revealing the felt I fell victim to promises from these profiteers, & Now i promise, i'll show in prominence what a problem is Your lack of sanity's a tragedy Even if it's wax on, or wax off, they couldn't hold a candle to me Its like Kamp Krusty, daily, all these kids are idolising clowns I need to burn up the circus to save me Arsonism is a given when dragon's are spitting Carry extinguishers to diminish your burning ambition Mr Wicker Man, stick to your frivolous plans Keep it simple, stepping off this sizzling pan Like a 1970s Skinhead, i'm spitting around ethnics But yo, the tables have turned, see me punching your Technics Profess this, you eccentric's are getting restless That's not a gut feeling, Baracuda's snapped your solar plexus Sick to my stomach, i need an absolution Sharpen this pencil again, I'm seeking retribution The youth are confused, abusing their views So my music's a fuse, enthusing to boost a revolution Baracuda's now an institution The New Year's in HD, so i'm just improving my resolution Never play the blame game, i just aim pain from the flames Leave a brain drain on you plain janes Serve rappers, and i munch em, cannibalized My rhymes cause grief on road, i'm gettin breathalyzed Hysterical minds defining these critical times Ignorant swimming with catfish, living a lie But i don't break, I incite hate Separate your eyes from the sockets today, making this a blind date Fisticuffs over principles & trust See I'm cut from a different cloth, you fools can never stitch me up Act up, getting ga**ed up Never needed sausage or potatoes, to give em' bangers when mashed up They try to Marvel me like Stan Lee, it's comical Written in the stars, these rhymes are astronomical I'm never gonna make a million hits But i'm the real definition of how a true brother spits The subculture's locked to my subconscious soul So i rep it til my metaphysical's out of control Not hear to be a star, or seeking to climb charts Like a chronic alcoholic, yo, I'm all about the bars