MoZZiEMuTaNT - The Wickerman freestyle lyrics

You feel the hate swim in scorn Macbeth could not touch I'm not of woman born Grime kid with a 90s rap sensibility Makes sense I was blessed with an intense ability Mozzie I'm such a strange mutant flow fresher then an African exchange student Dont push food but I do push dudes off the rap podium As dangerous as a one armed napoleon armed with plutonium You were told you will Never get a hold of them Lies were sold So they will only get colder then From the deepest depths of Battersea Were decrepits try and batter me But I move to subtly I'm slippery how bu*ter be Where cutters are put in anatomies For the the love of that girl Natalie A whole gangs of nuts I see Minds close to Ian Huntley Get ready for a full cast of arseholes The farce is shady just like Marshal But you laugh if your life is impartial To minds of kings- yo where is my castle String Theory they call it the answer to everything Would cure the cancer that I say many bring Might cancel out the ignorance if anything Your thoughts are a pound but won't mind a penny ting From a prepubescent to late adolescent I've learnt the essence of learning life's lessons Never been an easy progression thats why I resent those who a**end due the recession Bringing mess is the their profession Guess we will always be left guessing They have been concerned about me mentally Since the turn of the century They will learn eventually That you have to earn what is meant to be 19 on a cusp of adulthood Don't know if I got the guts to do what an adulthood would Don't fabricate my past but I'm cast with hatred Most real rude boys are dead or incarcerated You and your whole cast can get castrated Always me I will be the last to make it They tried so hard to conform him But he stays a mutant a deformed king Out for more cheese than you have in your foreskin k**ed the beat inform next of kin Your fans feel you, mine are molesting Roll with monsters like a Digi Destin Getting mad loco is my motive Faster than a speeding locomotive Know that I possess a flow so frightening Up there like a UFO sighting Mad as a motherf**er no Oedipus Always to the edge Idiots push Got words that make you stop and wonder Hit you with lightening so you can never steal my thunder Just trying not to lose my head Make sure the mind is always fed They ask how I flow so nicely I f**ed the game young call it Roman Polanski We need to advance and set precedence Left the roof on fire like Branson's residence Nothing we can do to save this menace I flow better then the pavements in Venice I get hate from these dickheads damn But those Paigans worship me call me the Wicker-Man