Mark B - Ya Don't See The Signs lyrics

Will I be rated as one of the greatest rappers on the planet.. I doubt it! Will Mark be rated as on e of the greatest producers.. I doubt it! It's not 'cause we ain't good It's 'cause we're from London that means we're stigmatised We can't be original, to hell with that prehistoric thinking Just because your ship's sinking it doesn't necessarily mean that ours is I'm known for Carhartt jeans, not ties and trousers Your life style is safe as houses, mine is unorthodox Aural ecstasy.. we never had no videos on the box Rap's Rambo! One man army had it with your mumbo jumbo Switching roles now I'm Columbo Investigating the scene, exposing all perpetrators How dare you compare yourself to Jesus claiming you came to earth to save us Step to the centre stage when you see me yell May Day We ain't here to play, we're here to slay, you better pray You can bring Robocop, Terminator, Superman, Batman But none of them could handle this madman (chorus) You don't see the signs because you're blind You're running out of time, I'm losing my mind, it's a crime Stand back and watch a professional rapper rhyme Put the mic down boy, the show is mine I don't have time to worship idols.. that's for idiots Triple check the ingredients, strictly no chameleons On a scale of one to ten you're a zero, nothing Learn before you shoot your mouth off, try to give 'em something To think about! Work your brain muscles. This hustler hustles Daily from the second the sun rises till it's gone again The arrival of the full moon means it's time to perform again The damage is done with one performance then I'm off again If something ain't correct we cut it off from the stem It'll be the same the next month.. warn your men Cordon off your area in your feeble attempts To try to catch this superior rhymer that's out to bury ya! In the confusion you're all about to witness the birth of A showdown, a monumental throwdown I got the world in the palm of my hands And as things stand I intend to steal your fans From under your nose whether you're friends or foes I've been watching you! You been looking dead at your shows And as it goes you're the cons who've been acting as pros One of the days you'll be exposed! (chorus) Lets be realistic you ain't artistic. You're simplistic Ripping off songs that already existed. You go ballistic When we tell you the facts, play the evidence you lose control of your emotions Couldn't hack it 'cause you think the world should rotate around what you do But you're sadly mistaken Here's a rude awakening.. You ain't gonna win! This whole game's full of amateurs, fake characters Human beings acting mechanical, enter the cannibals That's us! The mission is to crush with the least amount of fuss Turning leeches into dust 'cause it's a must He's a beat programmer, I'm a savage and my Weapon's grammar, you're the nail, I'm the hammer Backstabbers don't survive long when my mic's on Hypocrites are paralysed, crushed by the unknown Destroyer destroying phoneys.. those that act up Step to the front but bring your back up