Tommy Evans - Deadly Combination lyrics

[Verse 1] My sonnets sound like comets, when I attack My freestyle leaves a three mile crater at the equator From the deep impact A natural disaster, and rapid attack No animal, vegetable or minerals left in tact In fact, I bombard black and whites With hard raps like hail [and blow away in gales] I even make you shake like the san andreas landscape And eartquakes that rate, nine point eight on Richter scales Then rip apart pretenders With a freestyle that starts in the middle of March And goes on till November I intend to, rhyme as long as I'm alive Catch me live, in two-thousand-twenty-five, anno domini Been dropping lyrics since a juvenile To rocking mics on my stag night, and down the wedding aisle I'll even bust a verse at the birth of my first child There's no stopping me, I'll freestyle till I'm senile [Verse 2] I spar with Mars and discard those who sell out for fame I re-arrange the stars, so they spell out my name Then at night time, my pseudonym illuminates black skies And when I write rhymes, lines burn like [track sides] [And whole cars] I hijack, kicks, snares and hi-hats I breathe hell-fire to melt the polar ice caps Then freeze the ensuing floods with a cold stare [Pursuing the blood scent of those cos my nose hair] [Knows where, goes spare, no clothes] I'm ruthless I stop, cough and spit mucus at the useless And now that i've got that off my chest let me provide a Fighter with a dentist to remove each incisor My speech rides the beat, the chemist I'm stayin true I make crews say 'praise due' at my stage début I never get to take two, I'm on point in one take I'll be breaking new grounds, while you're taking a break A breakthrough in future sounds thats a fitting description Of the diction I spit in the event of any friction Listen, as I demonstrate the power of speech With each word I make the earth quake beneth your feet And when the sun becomes cold, and the globe overheats I'll retreat to the moon, and watch evolution repeat The elite, I'll battle your whole fleet with no beat Acapella in the street, when you meet your defeat So we can hear, precise and clear Precisely what it takes to make a whack rapper disappear To be exact my pen'll bring a end to your career Then you'll spend your remaining years living in fear {scratch} my lyric will make a non-believer see a miracle