Water Torture Lyrics by Cee Why

Water Torture Lyrics

    Tommy Evans:
    I'll stop you in your tracks if you start with me
    With raps so fat they clog your arteries
    I'm so inventive with my artistry
    I break ground like earthquakes and part the seas
    Be a smart emcee, stop sparking trees
    Smokers get blunted, ain't as sharp as T
    I'm on point like laboured emcees can't cut it
    I'll slice up your intestines, leave you gutted
    Destroy the stress, you boys can't test
    I'll rip out your windpipe, leave you short of breath
    I walk with Jehst, we're Yorkshire's best
    My flow's so hot that it will scorch your flesh
    I burn emcees, give em the third degree
    Send them to Accident & Emergency
    They urgently need plastic surgery
    Because he said this'll bleed internally
    I watch as you fade into obscurity, nuff eternity reign for eternity
    I purposely, run perfectly, am I the best? (No doubt)
    It's a certainty!

    Jehst:
    Yo I decapitate wack and fake rappers at a rapid rate
    Either take cover, or run like the clappers mate
    Because I'm done with the track I make it happen
    Break beats and batter tracks, chiefs I eradicate
    I can see straight through their front like acetate
    Heat up the beats so their weak flows evaporate
    Burn the earth til' it reverts to it's natural state
    Battle great pretenders bend their twisted shit back to shape
    Shape shifting man I'll make, plans to assassinate
    Piss-take rappers hate the fact that I captivate...
    .. Crowds, cos I'm holding it down like gaffa tape
    Try and start shit and my sharp wit will lacerate...
    .. Half wits, my gamma ray targets you pop stars
    I'll carpet bomb your boot camp, and bombard...
    .. Troops tactical, run tracks like stock cars
    Burn my name into your back with these hot bars

    Chorus:
    The battle ground stomper, nocturnal author
    Kidnap rappers and carry out water torture
    Drown a performer, brainstorm on A4
    Verbal napalm, blazing the trail for...
    .. The battle ground stomper, nocturnal author
    Kidnap rappers and carry out water torture
    Drown a performer, brainstorm on A4
    We wage war on you fake types

    Tommy Evans:
    You heard the T aint tight, don't believe the hype
    I'm louder than a bomb so I don't need a mic
    I bring the noise faster than the speed of light
    And shower clever rhymes, you don't see too bright
    You can't read or write, I'm raps cleverest mind
    My body of work is ahead of its time
    You'll have to wait til' 2079
    The cryptologist will crack every line

    Jehst:
    I see you biters setting your watches seconds behind
    To try and catch what I'm dropping when you're checking the rhyme
    You're saying nothing, like a professional mime
    While I'm spitting this liquid of the venemous kind
    Read my lips, like an unsettling sign
    Now I might flip any minute, leave you dead in your prime
    Severing spines with heads, when the letters align
    To spell Jehst! I shine as I steadily climb
    We can go toe-to-toe so don't be stepping on mine
    You see me and T.E. stay deadly combined
    We told you once already, now this is double jeapordy
    Pre-school lyricists are having trouble getting me
    I got a primitive remedy for that attitude
    New jack rappers get battered til' they're black and blue
    They made a track or two, but didn't have a clue
    To me it doesn't matter who you are, I'll still flatten you
    Steamroll through your whole crew, fuck your fashion shoot
    You couldn't see me if you drank a tank of carrot juice
    I get the jam jumping like kangaroos
    He who dares, now there's a man who stands to lose
    My style's shocking like a damaged fuse
    I drop savage tunes, like arsenic in your Malibu

    Chorus:
    The battle ground stomper, nocturnal author
    Kidnap rappers and carry out water torture
    Drown a performer, brainstorm on A4
    Verbal napalm, blazing the trail for...
    .. The battle ground stomper, nocturnal author
    Kidnap rappers and carry out water torture
    Drown a performer, brainstorm on A4
    We wage war on you fake types

    Scratches

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