No More

The official adventures of Metropolis
The High Planes Drifter and the Iguana Man

Yo, stepping through on the ill one
The mega-maximus, the all-terrain ten by ten

It's Iguana of course, plus Uniball pen
It's the poisonous vaporous life form, inside the handsome shell
Lyrics colder than London, that's why a brother's banned from Hell
The indelible Earth God, taking the ill shape
Full metal alchemist, meets the spirit world Bill Gates
Pulling up in the Phantom, crimson in colour like blood
The illest cat since Jago, the arse you kiss like Jada
Underground stacking paper, give up your soul to me
I keep you out of danger like that, you know it's all true

I nervously twitch, tickle Medusa's clit whilst she's sucking my dick

Yo, shots like my brother Tranquil
Demons be saying to God "Your man's ill"
Been known to swallow planets like boiled sweets
Galactus in black, murking your face with the mandatory facts

Ey yo, Billy Brimstone, I blow the hydro
Stay astro-travelling on clouds of smoke
So high like a UFO glow
Leave your body shrink-wrapped up like a US promo
You get no dough, it's Mr Bonobo
The Great Ape, I'll crush your fun like Co-Flow
Fake braves wanna bust guns and show boat
Catch a contact when we're blowing the coco
Totally K-Solo, you're spellbound
Barking hellhound, your nuclear meltdown

The most effortless venomous penmanship
We stay on point and don't ever slip

We don't wanna hear no more
We ain't having it around here no more
Blood, we're ravenous animals scrambling fast to ravage you
Filling in the gaps with the illest raps to damage crews
'Cause we don't wanna hear no more
We ain't having it around here no more
And oh yes, we've got the sickest material
Wait a second, man, let me adjust my shit
Now you can kiss the Timberland

We spark on the rhythm giving updates
On technological advances in spitting
We march on a mission with the paint dripping
Felt tipping, I jumped ship when I felt tipping
Landed with a splash, both legs kicking on beats
Smashed like Tice when the old left hit him
Tro, Jes and Kash on some cold next riddim

To blow a floor most, have your whole head swimming
With no sweat dripping, it's easy
Like swapping candy out a yout's grip with no feds tripping
Believe me, not saying I'm a Junior Spetchnikin
Just I'm the one guy that you won't catch slipping

Flow that sickens, man, everybody know Tro

I'm getting more shine than Fro slick with soul glow
No spit will leave this bredda soulless pro bono

So sick I'm even repping Chris as a no-show
And you can get pissed like "Yo, you took my dole though"
Switch up on some nursery shit like so, so
Money in the bank, got your honey getting damp
FB's on some 60s, you know we don't ramp, for real

We don't wanna hear no more
We ain't having it around here no more
Blood, we're ravenous animals scrambling fast to ravage you
Filling in the gaps with the illest raps to damage crews
'Cause we don't wanna hear no more
We ain't having it around here no more
And oh yes, we've got the sickest material
Wait a second, man, let me adjust my shit
Now you can kiss the Timberland