Something to Feel?

Something To Feel?

Task Force and Vadim in a city with no kings
We get koto, play like Talvin Singh
I love the bare drum, binged up all crosby
This philosophy is trademark no copy
Vad, pass the vodka, nothing else stops me
Tipsy cockney, twist up all rowdy
You see my face before slicked up like buggsy
You're in a pedal car stopping when you see us pass
Fuck an autograph serious? Don't make me laugh
I have an attitude rappers don't wanna start
You got a heart? Let me see you part with your cash
I'm a worthy case, we sprayed many tracks
You're all greedy, sweet boy no style
Where's Charlie? Sniffing like Roald Dahl
Listen to my art, man, woman and child
Chunged up, rap savage with a big snarl

Stop the clocks blud this song's off limits,
Blud I'm infinite, so call me antichrist
Hold the mic like Luke swings a lightsabre
Speak to sanctify, I've done my hard labours
Mycology, lost in these elements
Dr Hackenbush, treat this like captain's log
IQ level, parallels jedi councils
Rebel outfit, challenge any mortal god
Mr merkatroid talks for the force of life
Serve you dreads some truth, liberate your minds
I write rhymes like Stevie plays keys
Every word that you hear is a little part of me, yeah
Bless the beat like a child at his christening
Symbolic like masonic architecture
Trojan horse all rolling in the early morn
Take the bate now the venom's up in your sector

To the people on the street (we'll give you something to feel)
In the club (we'll give you something to feel)
When your mind goes numb (we'll give you something to feel)
Task Force and Vadim (we'll give you something to feel)

Well I'm the dark horse of the team
Unseen like a unicorn,
Working class hero,
With no uniform
I'm into folk songs drugged out rapper don
Hold my timpani, ay yo drop the drum
You know the bamboo straight up we take over
No fucking up blud we switch up and change over
You think you're all that, rapping like super squirrel
Speaking bare shit, vanish in a state of peril
I make this bucks fizz, with no sign of Cheryl
You're just a pop star, when I'm a true rebel
Acid tab, rag and bone man jack the scene
Plasticine rappers crushed under me constantly
I'm just the same as I've ever been I hate the scene
I got love saved up for my family
I got respect for all human beings
Ay yo Vad good luck blud peace

I'm your visitation, I travel uninvited
Scratching at your door like the hounds of hell
Mr mushroom cloud, apocalyptic writing
Read the walls they got stories to tell
12 monkey style, my thought pods water logged
Lightbulbs flashing just up above my head
Rob the culture self is eminent instead
People judge me on a couple words that I said
Trust I'm very deep full thrust on heavy beats
Russian percussion makes a third of this recipe
First-degree poetry, Fahrenheit 400
One below paper-burning heats
Catch a mega dose leave in a mega hearse
Deadly merchandise, who does your stunt work?
Stuck on bad terms, this smile's porcelain
You're style's forced, you textbook extraordinaire

To the people on the street (we'll give you something to feel)
In the club (we'll give you something to feel)
When your mind goes numb (we'll give you something to feel)
Task Force and Vadim (we'll give you something to feel)