Muph & Plutonic - Colour of Fire lyrics
"Take a bit of sophistication, add a dash of suppressed anger, And mix it all with just the right amount fu-fu-funk. Smell good? You bet" You can all burn in hell Burn baby, burn in hell Huh [Verse 1:] I see these species leak these needy habits With their weak knees, seedy, greasy ladders Can't quite climb, freezing the seize in the status No reason when they're reading the pa**age What matters gets no practice Stop the chatterbox, let go with a panic They're so dramatic with their outcry Their downtime crossing way over the foul line Our time is right now, despite that rise in your eyebrow Lights out, pitch black, to sit back, chit chat - no Time Out Kit Kat, we live that, bring back the wide mouth Torture for the truth, the author cornered in the booth Could have sworn you forced a few - rawkus views On the bystanders but it's seeming even they're bored of you You're talking to the boiling blood, you're just a sub par mud-bath flow Run hard till your lungs part one star quotes Speech bubble pops to the mirage of fast cars Choke on the breathing while dreaming this evening Your muddling mind provides a glide to these Chinese whispers And windy rivers, teach on a cold chill Just biting the business, of the finest scriptures I'm inviting a distance to put you in the final position Your vinyl is skipping like a little girl with braids We ain't even close to the same page Your brainwave bumps to the sound and gossips I suppose you've found the bottom Where the rocks and sticks lay I spent lunchtime sitting in the sickbay Switchblade craving the skin, embracing the sin Feel my patience decaying so thin And we all reach a point where the mind caves in When the mind caves in [Hook: x2] And I'm sick of this, I'm tired mate I've had enough of you and your ugly face You want to see me break, I want to watch you leave Trust, such a waste, give me space to breathe [Scratches:] [Q-Tip:] "I put a match to the dilapidated side of rap" [Bias B:] "You getting burnt" [Verse 2:] Etched in cave walls, characters arranged wars Stay drawn towards, you get what you pay for Lay law, make your, dcor melt from the burning words served up cold With an icepack eye patch, on the verge of losing control When my high-hat mind snaps, no purpose of abusing the soul You can't bite back, defy that urge to pollute the pole With those anticlimax dry raps, we're in tune with the role Of the Venus flytrap bite back, the Imax picked up, turfed against a brick wall Beginning of the pitfall, it calls no connection Pinball bouncing a million directions Nerve endings tensing, sending twitches Third revenge, tempting, accepting resistance These pistons run till the engine seizes Steaming in it's red eyes and seizures To beat this weakness to a pulp And feed this scenic insult behind the back, leeches keep it false Find the facts repeated till the truth receives a pulse Run - bolt for the hills I'll catapult my thoughts towards where you chill You're still just run of the mill Hunted and k**ed for the thrill of the chase Bullies get maimed, aimed at, punched in the face Take that sinister smile - lock it in your briefcase Your cheap hate ain't worth a dime Keep yapping while I work on mine Yelling in the mic ain't tight Sounds like you're throwing a tanty in the booth Trynna maintain fantasies of your youth Truth is I ain't the first of my kind So I'm a light a match and spit turpentine [Hook x2] [Scratches:] "Good shot. Ok he's dead, let's go get him, that's another one for the fire"