Shut the fuck up son, 'Cos we gonna bring this sickness back, Get under the skin 'n' infect the innocent, Burn 'em to ash, Blast back with a backdraft 'n' ignite 'n' surpass, I drew first blood 'n' I'll get the last laugh, I'm quicker than quick fast, co-starrin' in this last act, Watchin' the awestruck amass, en masse, eyes black, jaws slack, It's Matt the master of massacre, metamorphoses the damager to savage you, Transform 'n' evolve, I'm smashin' barriers, like Anima, Do I panic you, you amateur, Find a new planet to inhabit, A rappin' addict rappin' back at you, Not askin' you, I'm tellin' you that when I'm dead 'n' gone, there'll still be someone here to bury you - 12 Gage, I've mutated, I've duplicated, replicated, Reanimated, annihilate 'n' I'm the hatred, Greatness wasted, face to face your face will have to face the pavement, The cretin is cravin', he's like a cayman in waitin', CHORUS Step the fuck up son, We're bringin' back the sickness with this, prepare to meet your nemesis, what, bitch, Step the fuck up son, We're steppin' upon everyone, we're droppin' bombs, run-run, here we come, Step the fuck up son, We're cuttin' 'n' killin' with this, the villain 'n' the illness, Step-step-step the fuck up son, Sit back 'n' watch your dreams collapse, lapse back into raps 'n' that's that, They told me that I was nothin', that I was nothin' in abundance, I'm heated like a Bunsen burner, call me Bronson, I'm the demon, I'm the monster, Constantly a problem, paranoia annoyin' you, Like a puppet I'm toyin' with you, A ploy to destroy your joy, should avoid a shadow, Lookin' like a shallow void, I'm runnin' fast laps round Matt then decapitatin' him, He's not passin' the torch I'm stealin' it from his headless corpse, Can't wait for you to kill yourself, Dad, I'm addin' the madness 'n' I'm subtractin' the paddin' from this cell, I'm raisin' hell, you raised me well, Your time is served, I'm servin' up a usurpin', A serpent cursin', sliverin' in sin as well, When I step on stage, boom, it feels like a giant just drop-kicked the floor, Ready 'n' rarin' for a battle with a battalion of flow patterns, best be prepared for war, CHORUS I remember the night that you were born son, I remember the lightnin' as it struck son, I remember your eyes as they were opened up, And I remember the crowds as they screamed 'Oh fuck!', With machetes 'n' knives they came to cut you up, And as I yelled 'it's alive', they tried to burn you alive but, I think I gave you the wrong thoughts, Now you're hell bent on war 'n' uh-oh it's much too late to abort, I never had a cradle, born on a surgeon's table, Replaced my mind with the mind of a mad man's, I got the lips of a saint 'n' the tongue of Beelzebub, This metal chip helped 'cos they said it would, Tone of my vocal chords scarred 'n' torn, In the flame I was born, adorned with two horns, Constantly comin' up with conundrums no one can crack, Just call me Zodiac, With a mic no holdin' back, CHORUS

Roll up, roll up, We're bringin' in the new wave, so get up, We rip 'n' wreck 'n' decimate 'n' leave you undone, Get ready to jump, jump, Get ready to run, It's only just begun, Every day I feed him crystal meth, Every day I feed him bath salts, Munchin' 'n' crunchin' 'em, PCP 'n' krokodil is all that I ever ingest, We're bringin' the best, ten, eleven, twelve, yes, I rose, From the ashes to an ashen lake, I was made to create, The type of stuff no human brain can ascertain, Remastered 'n' back bastards, I've mastered it so no more maskin' it, This animosity is buildin' 'n' I'm gonna topple 'em, This tenacity leaves 'em screamin' that there's no more stoppin' 'im, No more softenin' as I pop your oesophagus, Voice soundin' like I need some cough syrup, And I'm the bad guy, I'm deliverin' another verbal version of Muay Thai, And I'm blind, to the brilliance of my mind's rhymes, So I stoop to your level all of the damn time, Now let me step back aside / Here comes the imminent addict, He's back to conquer the planet, He's lackin' only the manners, He's spittin' acid, man he's rabid, But he's bringin' back the hardcore, He made self-harm an art form, They call me Mad-Matt, The mad master of Matt rap is back, And I'm bringin' the wicked 'n' spittin' like I'm the sickest, Step up 'n' you better be ready to be the enemy, Take a fuckin' step back, I'm a nightmare from the past, Back with a blast, back to surpass, I'm bringin' that wrath back, And you know I'm feelin' suicidal, I got a 12 Gage at my back, Click clack, rip that, sit back, we're back, with that, CHORUS Here we go, Roll up, roll up, what, We're bringin' in the new wave, so get up, kid, We rip 'n' wreck 'n' decimate 'n' leave you undone, Get ready to jump, jump, Get ready to run, Three, two, one, go, Listen to the crowds quiet down, Sirens blare as we spit the sound, Here we go, Watch them as they all fall down, They will all bow down, We know no bounds, Listenin' to Onyx, I'm slammin' like I'm demonic, I'm father to a by-product of my neurotic, psychotic, toxic (pardon), That must explain why he's so moronic, My gut's rottin' with sickenin' sonnets, I'm bringin' the wrath to demolish, abolish the solace, I got the passion 'n' knowledge, Got a flawless flow, a spit polish, The student's ready, To burn down his college, I'm a horrid monster, the unhinged ginger, With killer lines, call 'em death sentences, Step it up, son, I got more fire power inside one of my incisors, And an increase in miles per hour, while you can't start your low rider, 12's at hand 'n' it's your darkest hour, Ain't sweet enough to sugarcoat my words, I'm bitter 'n' sour, I'm racin' brainwaves, surfin' a synaptic tsunami, I'm conductin' the thunder 'n' the lightnin' in this brain storm, This is my third 'n' my final form, We're not gonna be ignored, Let the bass blast back, brace for impact, CHORUS We'll raise the roof up, Drop it, Smashin' the damn dance floor, Bringin' an F5 force flow, We're bringin' back the harsh flows, Bringin' our vocal cords, prepped 'n' prepared for war, A lyrical tornado. Here we go, With the slickness 'n' quickness, you're just a witness to this sickness, You'll be sick of this existence, So simmer down, Sit the hell down, I'm larger than life now, Watch the maelstrom take you down, Gimme a cyanide with cider in it, maestro, Gimme some fuckin' more, it's causin' fuckin' aggro, I go, Like a pandemic I'm spreadin' awe, I'm a problem for you that's for sure, You better submit 'n' quit it before, We raise it up, We raze the lot, We'll blow your house down, Then we'll blow it back up, Roll up, roll up, The father, the son 'n' the sickest flows, Better hold up, We're back to steal the show,

CHORUS I can't tell if I'm still breathing, still dreaming, I can't help but hear the sounds I've drowned inside, I can't help but keep on asking, For one last dance, Yo, listen when I say I'm unstoppable I mean it, Breathed it, alleviated, heavin' with it, Welcome to 12 Gage's lyrical seminar, Let me show you how to make a reputable repertoire, Rip 'em all up, Simple, let it simmer, Take the DNA of FMA 'n' the mind of a sinner, Set in stone like a 93-year-old pin-up, Come on, I've always been top of the food chain, Top of new wave, Stoppin' halfway through their tracks, Even if I had a barcode strapped to the back of my head, Still couldn’t keep track of my train of thought, Pain of a showman, Slash, shogun with a broken sword 'n' a shockin' slogan, Like system, j-j-jump jump, Coke 'n' a double mocha with a pogo stick, S-s-s-so go, CHORUS It's the autistic, artistic, arsonist, An alcoholic with a mouthful of arsenic, I'm bringin' an art to it, more than a part of it, The perverted poet - pen ready to rip, paper to bits, I'm levellin' up in it, I'm revellin' in every second, I reckon that I can hear the Banshee's beckon deafen, I close my eyes 'n' I see the lines swimmin' through my mind, So many words, so little time, So I better devise another design, I better be better than ever, I bet you this time I'm divine, With this shadow at my back 'n' my teeth as they grind, I'm gonna be sublime, Never mind, you'll get another chance, another time, 'Cos when you get right to the heart of it, I'd a won the human race but I'm not a part of it, Disqualified for superior brainpower, Thoughts a' racin' at a million billion trillion miles an hour, I'm unstoppable, CHORUS Simmer down, simmer down, Tip of the tip top, Sickest kid with a trimmed top, Spit rhymes so it looks like I tripped up, A sick mutt, with a cigarette, Pick a picture, any one I'll be posin' a threat, This is just the catalyst, the cause 'n' effect, Of course it's gonna affect me, Created these hectic head trips, Then the medics left me to burn, I'm not concerned, Burnley vermin, oh, You can't limit this, Bigger head than if I stood atop the pyramids, And started preachin' Roman numerals, So unusual, But excuse you all, I've been workin' on this, So prepare for burnin' bodies on those bonnets, 'Cos it's honestly my policy to be picky about it, Until you figure out, That you're sick of me now, Takin' these lyrics 'n' then livin' 'em down, CHORUS

Beat you to death with a coat hanger, I ain't a pastor preachin' rapture, nah, I'm a mad rapper, Impressed, I guess yes, the best in the North West, they offer no contest, God, 12 Gage you just pissed off the copycat craze – I'm burnin' bridges, Try trainin', you'll need it, All I need is a pen 'n' paper for you to fear me, Wavin' the world goodbye, 'cos I'm surrounded by the mimics, You'll need defibrillatin', Silver tongue with serrated saliva, 'Cos when I spit, people get cut up, from the gut up, Not the waist, never waste a single lyric, Inflate 'em, I'll deflate 'em until they say, Death's late, Anger's surgin', hurtin' 'em worse than a drunk surgeon in urban clothin', I lie I'm Californian, any corner I'm ownin' 'em, I'm an optimist in his prime, Nowt's stoppin' this rhyme, So step into the hip-hop fight club with a kung fu tongue twist, I'm the Lee, Chan 'n' Norris of this shit, 12 Gage, more like a dozen gits, Took a hundred hits, with wounded wrists, I'm anonymous 'n' the seraphim are singin', A lingerin' lyric, rap's darkest fears reanimated so fear it, All I hear are pop hits 'bout gyratin' hips, Ha, salute 'n' salutations, dicks, I set the standard you aspire to, desire to rise to, set the fire to empires, Slay the liars with barbed wire 'n' pliers, Sent by Gaia to annihilate 'n' spit hellfire, burn you in a pyre, Are you mad you admire me, tired of me, This differently wired mind of mine, that I will mine 'n' mine for rhythms, I'm given, I'm spittin', like a man that doesn't have much time to be alive, The minutes are tickin' away, pickin' 'n' rippin' away, Seconds are missin', I listen 'n' wish they were given again, Hold up a second, I got a confession, I'm here for one reason, to leave an impression, My footprint on your face, Step back, make way, I'm here to teach you a lesson, one you got no chance of forgettin', You can call me Sir, kneel down 'n' begin beggin', I'm an old boy, brought back from the dead by an old boy, You can keep your money, I create to destroy boy, It's the host 'n' his apprentice reinvented, It's the same old voice, but a brand new noise, Doom, doom, the lord of addiction's in the room, Boom, boom, listen to the cowards flee, chaos ensues, Soon you'll see the wicked one, It's Matt the Spitter, Jack the Ripper's sickest son, spittin' on, Doom, doom, look out I'm in the room, Boom,boom, I'll leave you in your tomb, 'n' soon, soon, You'll see the wicked one, It's Matt the Spitter, Jack the Ripper's sickest son, spittin' on,

Well hello there, I'm the Cheshire Cat, With a maniacal grin 'n' a maniacal laugh, ha-ha, Your life I hope you treasure that, 'cos when you hear the rat-a-tat, I'm at your door, When me 'n' Matt approach, the awful sort, Unexplainable like dark matter, Fat cat 'cos I ate that pussy in the hat, This is no type of wonderland, slumber 'n' rest, Back to get the axe 'n' hacksaw, Alice please - I ain’t anonymous, I'm Optimus the optimist, the reason that you slit your wrists, I persist through this bleak barren wasteland with clenched fists, Man, I'm king, you can't stop this, I crap on pop hits, write a synopsis, Brain schisms, And my guillotines 'n' scissors, And my deepest, darkest wishes, I'm cold-blooded like a lizard, Invite Miss Vissa 'n' Ninja over to dinner, Then serve them up as the dishes, itchin' 'n' twitchin', CHORUS I'm a nervous wreck, here to wreck your set, disrespect the perfect 'n' interject, I'm a nervous wreck, here to wreck your set, I won't stop 'til I drop 'n' I'm laid to rest, No more, no less, I confess, I will impress, 'til my lungs collapse 'n' I'm all out of breath, I'm a nervous wreck, here to wreck your set, disrespect the perfect 'n' interject, Once upon a time a long time ago, When I was just a bunch of cells 'n' I was safe, I was warm, And I was just a little foetus waitin' to be reborn, I happened to happen upon a difficulty settin' you know, And with my baby eyes I realised, I could have such an easy life, I could be showered with money, gifts 'n' live my life for free 'n' the like, But then one day, when my dear mother's waters broke, I flicked that switch up to hardcore, iron man mode, Ready, set, go, get ready to let go, I'm spittin' with a Zef flow, all I hear is oh-no, Matt's comin' 'n' he's got 12 Gage with 'im in tow, Fear the new era, we're ready for war, A soundtrack of phat raps, a backpack packed with stim-paks, We're back to back 'n' holdin' the hordes back, ETA on evac, nah cancel that, I'm in the mood for mass genocide, So start stabbin' son 'n' don't forget the double tap, CHORUS I'm a megalodon in a small pond, napalm in my palm, I'm droppin' the bombs, Hoppin' like a rabbit rabid rap, with Matt at my back, son 'n' father are back, I'm a cut above the rest, spittin' crazy razors, It's obvious my head's a mess, oblivious to everythin' you protest, FMA crest on my chest, I'm the rap sage, 12 Gage, make way, I remember this thirst, To devastate with a verse, And from my pen comes the curse, I'll never let you be first, My words are coated with germs, And all I see are the worms, Shut up 'n' let the cogs turn, And let the jealousy burn, You're witnessin' the birth of an idol, There's a new wave comin' 'n' it's tidal, The future's dark 'n' it's ginger, better run 'cos he'll find you, You're so far behind, you're still on vinyl, CHORUS

We're bringin' in the wicked, the vicious, Are you ready for another round, I'm bringin' a cloud full of thunder 'n' lightnin', rain, hailstorm 'n' sleet down, Let the sound drown 'em all out, It's an induction, An introduction to a new call of corruption, bring it, The cowards cower, in the corner, in the carnage, As we tower over 'n' over power, Crush 'n' disrupt, The hours are still devoured, I got the quill, I got the parchment 'n' I got the ink, As quick as a blink, I'm comin' back from the brink, I'm risin' from the sediment, Eyes wide 'n' full of adrenaline I resent all my benevolence, Skip the fifth, I'm the sick element, Look at you, You're the minimal, a copy cat, a pussy, so pitiful, Yet you judge me, Cos I'm an individual, The hooded figure is back in the room, Shrouded in darkness and far from harmless, The maggots are crawlin' droppin' from his palms, His mind is shattered, He's here to splatter 'n' batter, It's about time that I rose from that tomb, Matt da Spitter's back with a boom, boom, boom, I'm crawlin' out of the abyss, I was lookin' for forgiveness. Til I realised, I don't know what forgiveness is, I'm a three-one-six, I'm a dirty, sick shit, drippin' venomous from my lips, But I'm ready, get steady, Ready, set, get ready to let rip, I'm sick of chewin' at my own wrists, I'm a pacifist with bleeding knuckles 'n' a clenched fist, I'm just a lunatic, of that, no doubt, Knock knock, who's that, FMA is in da house, You can't lock me out, Held inside a Hannibal cage on the psyche ward I was sat here with a pen and a paper, Drawing a blank with blood stains as my paint, Then FMA came and unlocked the double pad locked door, And let the wolf back into the sheep's paddock So much blood on the floor, Now that the savage advocate of havoc, Is stabbin' at the canvas, I deserve more, than I've ever got before, Sir am I murmurin', I need a sermon, To unburden this burden, And I need it now, Defeated 'n' buried beneath the ground, help, I'm heated up n devout, I'm breakin' out, 'n' I'm shoutin', what, Callum's hurtin' 'n' cursin' the nurses, Bringin' the vicious, the wickedest verses, Guess I'm going down then so are my nouns hence, I can't pronounce em, Cos I'm from those, Crooked Northern council houses, Screw suicide, Cos soon as I picked my pen up, I wanted to write the greatest song of my life, I'm pickin' the mic up, Still fightin' a feelin' to quit, but I'd fly with clipped wings, This is my battle, My tatters are in the rubble, My raps are in the rabble, Manic obsessive, never stoppin', 'til Earth's rottin', The mastermind is plottin', I stamp on a beat your raps fall off like an amputee on a trampoline, I'm mental like Father said I'd be, yep, Skill was force fed to me, Atak of da red hedz, Where's my parental advisory, It's, Caz Soul Calibur cannibal, Man of madness, man is Manus with mandibles, Don't mean to panic you all, It's fact of the matter that my manner isn't well mannered at all, Welcome 12 Gage to the stage, They locked me in, They didn't think I'd escape again, Now we can begin, The curtain rises, And their eyes light up, The stage lights light up, When the mics are turned up, what, We take the stage, Step back, kaboom, Commence the second phase, We're on the move, Operation obliteration's under way, I'm bringin' in a new array, of tip-top hip-hop, A lyrical slipknot, ready to drop, FMA 'n 12 Gage are back at the big top, I've undergone an evolution, My eloquence has developed, My speech impediment, Spreads terror, speaks never, Cease these errors, CSI are gonna have to piece this scene together, Here's a clue, It was FMA with a 12 Gage in the kitchen, Now he's back with a 50 Cal and a hostage in the moshpit, what, Swallow the voltage, what, I think that I've lost it, what, Better pass on da baton, pass it on back to Matt 'n', I got skill you cannot fathom, You'll fall far in this chasm, I could do with some new scars, I'm holdin' up my harmed arms, Spittin' out uranium bars, I'm aimin' for the stars, New and improved, I'm charged up 'n' ready to erupt, I'm throwin' this up from my gut, One moment's enough, You'll be crushed under my foot, Fuck, I'll be here until the stage lights die, Splittin' the atom, I'm just a nice guy, I got such a fuckin' nice mind, I'm in my prime, I'm standin' in the spot light, The heights of my Rhymes Until the stage lights die, This is it, The second performance, A second swarm of locusts, Applaud us in a chorusless chorus, None will oppose us, The curtain rises, And their eyes light up, The stage lights light up, When the mics are turned up, what, We take the stage, The balance is tippin', don't underestimate us again, A new chapter is written, Rip the script to bits we're back again, The curtain rises, And their eyes light up, The stage lights light up, When the mics are turned up, what,

Here I go, I'm bringin' the wicked 'n' spittin' with the sickest flow, Conquer dark souls with my eye's closed, Even Slenderman is ready 'n' steady 'n' runnin', legs are pumpin', Cos that sucker knows that I'm comin', Face in the corner, I'm the author of slaughter, I'm a figure to fear and I'm the fifth of the horsemen, Show caution, you won't say that I'm jokin' when you're chokin' on a mouthful of my spit, Shudder, shiver, this is it, I'm a force to be reckoned with, the host to the decadence, My weapon is intelligence, I'm ugly and elegant, malevolent, I'm in my element, Everything you ever did is irrelevant, Full of petty sentiments, You better offer up penance, I'm a menace full of malice, countin' minutes 'til the mallets manifest, Take another look at me, I'm never any less than the best, I can be, I'm the chef, so you see, The only thing you'll ever taste is defeat So what do you think about that Zach, Did I bring enough of the hardcore back, Did I spit enough of my guts in your lap, Are you ready, I'll give you a second before the second attack, I'm the addict, back madder 'n' manic, A man that's full of bad habits, No better reason to panic, You better panic, Matt is back, 'n' it's the third 'n' final act, All hope is gone, 'n' in this script there's no-one to bring it back, Remember that, I'm quick fast, quick enough to give you whiplash, You better be bettin' that it be me with the last laugh, Cut the chit-chat, no more will I hold back, Let the slaughter begin, 12 Gage attack Matt move, Cos I'm throwin' a battle axe at these rappers Cadillacs as they develop cataracts, Face the facts I break backs like a failed break dance, I don't write lines I memorize 'em 'n' then terrorize your town with a spray can, With the amount of ammunition I have, You may as well be called Ray Man, You're 'armless, Had to fit a mecha-Godzilla with a war engine since the car crashed, You ain't on par prats, livin' in the past, I equip quick quips you dick, What's this, Look a C-H-A-V, who knows more words than the aristocracy, it's the C-A-Z-Z, I'm a spitter whose minds warped Convinced he's a sell sword, Or a dragon draggin' so much emotional baggage he may as well backpackin' it, Yep 12's back panic, I'm a lumber Jack the ripper, Bronson and Dom Hemingway, Amongst many things, I hijack the hijacked and never die down, I'm bringin' lyrical terror back, Mimic that, I'm addicted to affliction, I'm a livin' piece of fiction, 'n' I'm chewin' my way out of this prison, Tendons are rippin', I can hear them listenin', they're whisperin', That I'm the darkest, hardest 'n' full of sin That I'm the demon, seethin' 'n' sufferin', I'm a man 'n' a monster with a wicked grin, But the balance is tippin', sanity is slippin', And I think I'm gonna need forgivin', Give an itty bit of minimum, In everythin' you've ever written, Summary full songs, shit 'n' half titillation, rest gibberish, the charts in a bar, Give you half a second to think of somethin' to say, No, Well start penny pickin' again my friends, We're back with a despicable image, Inhospitable lyrics, Chuck a moshpit at it, I ain't stoppin' 'til I'm lobotomised or fossilised, I make my own double jointed jaw drop to the floor, When I freestyle better over your beats than a prewritten ever could, Proves I'm ill literally 'n' these pricks are just illiterate, This verse is the summary of Icarus, Don't get too close to the son, You'll get burned by a supernova, True trooper carryin' a flame thrower, Try holdin' a candle to me, You can call me the host, I got a bellyful of tapeworms 'n' I'm chewin' on ghosts, Hold me close, I've got a mind that's like a gutter and a mouthful of sores, Of course I'm coarse, I got a gaping maw, Back home, I keep her under my floor, I'm only, so lonely, why do you, ignore me, Why don't you give me a little kiss, little miss, I'll only make you a little sick, with syphilis, I promise you I'm harmless and I am nothin' but honest, I've always been modest, always been the oddest, When you lay your head down to sleep, remember me, Remember these words I speak, 'n' don't worry, I'll be close and warm, eyes so dead, Fingertips red, I'll be under your bed, I'm the darkest, the hardest, the heartless, stone cold monster, I'm the demon, I'm seethin', I'm dreamin' of scenes obscene, I'm screamin', Cos of the incisions I envision, it's a vision of a vision, skin is rippin' skin is givin', And a ripper is rippin', But the balance is tippin', sanity is slippin', And I think I'm gonna need forgivin',

At times we must purge things from this world because they should not exist, even if it means losing something that you love...

Here I am, 38 years a man, 38 years to become this man, And one day I'll be nothin' but footprints in the sand, And I don't know if I can, Carry on standin' in a land, I'm damned, I keep offerin' you my hand, It took an entire lifespan to understand that, A million mistakes faced with a million billion trillion apologies, no difference makes, You 'n' I are not the same, none of our synapse fire the same, Segregate 'n' ignore the strange, there's too much change, I'm on the last draft of the last page, And it's almost over, time is tickin' out, Now I see the smiles for what they are, they're just crooked mouths, Speakin' empty words from empty heads, They're good at conjurin' nothin' 'n' castin' doubt, Looks like, I'm a have to live this one out, But now my body is failin' 'n' now my mind has begun ailin', And I'm sick of this sickness 'n' all the nightmares I've created, Dreams have faded, replaced with an emptiness that I hate, But in that emptiness there is hate, I remember its taste, CHORUS I got one goal, that's to crush all those who oppose, Destroy them all with the flow of a dark soul evolved, If I got one flaw, it's that I can't quit on this road, I made my choice, silence my voice, this is all I live for I'll never stop, until I drop, Until my eyes roll back 'n' my body has begun to rot, I'll stop, when I drop, When my mind gives up 'n' the people have begun to watch, Since 11 never wanted to be normal, Now I'm 19 'n' rap has got a grip on me, Now every bully who pulled me apart, The pieces are collidin' 'n' ignitin' a spark, a fire in this dark heart, My dreams are not comprehended by dreamers, My dream is to have Reuben with a beamin' grin when I rap, Steppin' in force with a wit that can rip so, Takin' it back, breakin' the backs, I'm realignin' the planets so I can hop, skip 'n' jump to Uranus, And kick it, face it, the wordplay's just too far ahead, Seems to be more up 'n' down than a see-saw, This thesis leaves you in pieces, is he 19, Birds 'n' the bees man, I'm breezin' past it, I'm grafted from granite, Honestly the feud between me 'n' my mum, man dammit, A calamity happened to Callum 'n' Fi, 400 passed, now I gotta kick my own ass again, Amassed with Matt again, Guess I'm a bastard, time to find the right path again, CHORUS

C2, It's been so long, I might not know what to say, FMA gave me this beat 'n' said get back on your feet 'n' kill it, But I'ma skin it first, Fit to burst with the same contained verse, Arrange, deranged verse, The anger of '07 but worse, Clutchin' a little bag of Mother Earth, Hit the fuckin' tryptamine and re-evaluate your birth, 20 psilocybin, solo in a yurt, in Wentworth, immersed in earth, Emerged nursed, slam back with an even greater thirst, more words, This outburst verse is unrehearsed, so why I fuckin' tend to turf, Pretendin' it's worth, pretendin' 'n' defendin' the words, the verbs, the curse has taken it's toll, So fuck it, fuck 'em fuck off, Motherfuckers I'm off, The last raps of the kid who let the train pass, The last slash of the blade, 12 Gage pass, We ain't club rappers, I'm an underestimated pub classic, you're all actors, Matt brought me back to rewrite the script on all you wankers, you bastards, Gimme the mic man, I've accomplished more than pricks who've been goin', Twice my life span, I got a deadly premonition, You're gonna end up in a single cell, with the other single celled, hopin' to god that fuckin' your single sells, I'm bringin' hell, side by side with FMA, I'm the ultimate organism, I got my horns filed back, And my jaw is clickin', I got the crowds bowed down, And my words are whippin' 'n' bloods drippin', My red carpet's only just beginnin', The scene's shiftin', The scripts already written, The dialogue I'm spittin', Your ligaments I'm rippin', I'm a, I'm part art, I'm part heart, I'm part gimmick, And I'm limited only by my limited minutes, But I don't fit in, my mind's a-tick-a-tickin' to a different rhythm, I'm a different type of demon, D-d-d-d-d-differin', I got my foes a shiverin', I'm pick-a-pick-a-pullin' out my teeth, And I'm chewin' on 'em like they vitamins, I got intelligence that elevates 'n' intimidates, I'm grinnin' with a grin that rips, it's almost splittin' my face, And as the colours begin to fade, I've become my sickest self 'n' I'm sick as hell, 12 Gage, I'll render every one of your tendons tense, At the very mention of my double barrelled name, boom, I'll eradicate, decapitate, reanimate the panic mate, Activate on impact better get the rad away, boom, I'm accelerant in my chemical element, Propellin' it with hellish eloquence, I'm demonstratin' deadliness 'n' deadly diligence, I'm the monstrous, ominous, dominant, prominent, And I'm steppin' out of the darkness, Shall we begin, In exchange for my life, I was given this sound, The gift to spit ill syllables, no doubt, From my mind, to my hand, to my pen, to my mouth, From the vortex in my cortex, To the crowd, Dreadnought, Dread's sickness submitted to the wicked, Growin' knockin' bigots like cricket wickets, Burn your Idols tickets, 'cos this competition's midgets, And I'm a fuckin' cyclops, 'Cos my eyes set to kill just like a python, I'm a time bomb, crime boss, That rhymes with blind nuns, wieldin' crucifixes 'n' hand guns, Harnessin' the sun, I'm pickin' 'n' rippin' the rhyme, Spittin' 'n' killin' divine, Thinkin' I'm losin' my mind, I'm blind to signs 'cos the stars realigned, The phantom's arisen, Given a bloody vision of his gruesome sanctum, Spreadin' my parasitic plague across this anthem, My ghastly haze enchants them, 'Cos I'm gravitatin' to re-arrangin' faces, Ain't caged in places, callin' 12 Gage cos he craves this stage, He's back from bare bloody knuckles, Rage fightin' with me to see through a heatproof C2 'n' a grazed 'n' crazed insane, FMA, C2, go get the rejects, Yo Dread, go get the defects, Your heads, or the respect, We give more than our best, No less, we destroyed all of your sets, Impressed, until you can't help but retch, If you're the one, then I'm the googolplex, I got a god complex, The best in the north west, In exchange for my life, I was given this sound, The gift to spit ill syllables, no doubt, From my mind, to my hand, to my pen, to my mouth, From the vortex in my cortex, to the crowd, Melt down the crown, I'll walk this warpath 'til the very last mile, I've studied, I've learned 'n' I've evolved, I emerged from this chrysalis, mind set to destroy, what, 1, 2, it's begun, here we come, We're risin' to the top like scum, like scum 3, 4, here we go, smash the floor, We're bringin' in the hardcore, You know I better be better, better than ever, no errors, You better bet that my reign o' terror will never be bettered, I'm never lesser than, I'm always the greater man, I got an ego that evolved from the words of old, I'm so high, I'm gonna detonate when I land, Tick, tick, get back, boom, I pass it on to the masked man, Hand it to the weapon 'n', Enforce the force with C4, C2, I got a master plan, Here comes the monstrous, Carnivorous art so vivid it's, Jumpin' out the page 'n' hittin' you idiots, All your givin' is your minimum, I'm pinnin' em, defeat is imminent, We're hideous, your mimickin' our sinister idiom, Straight out the darkness, Bringin' dominance, prominent, About to launch an onslaught onto the populous, ominous, Stompin' on 'em, I promised, I'm squashin' all of your monuments, I'm causin' conquerors to fall, Shall we begin, I'm exchangin' my life 'n' I was given this sound, The words are written, I'm spittin' ill syllables, no doubt, From my mind, to my hand, to my pen, to my mouth, From the vortex in my cortex to the crowd, Melt down the crown, I'll walk this warpath 'til the very last mile, I've studied, I've learned 'n' I've evolved, I emerged from this chrysalis, mind set to destroy, what, Tickedy-tickedy-tick-tick-tick-boom, I'll be spittin' 'n' rippin 'n' bringin' doom to the room, In an imminent minute you'll be the rubble 'n' ruins, Move back, step back, I've already lit the fuse, A quartet, you hope that, will forfeit, Step it up, step into, the moshpit, Tickedy-tickedy-tick-tick-tick-boom, Better run motherfuckers, I've already lit the fuse,

I twitch 'n' I jerk until the words work, I curse in cursive 'n' I spit on Wordsworth, It's oh-so-precious it's worthless, my purpose is to avert the furtive, Shower you with hurt 'n' curses, Better call the nurses, fire up the hearses, The clouds above burst but I can't quench this thirst, I'm slurrin' on dirt and chewin' my way through a verse, I'm bringin' doom, I b-boom-boom shake the room, I'm the rotten prince, the Bennett menace, spittin' out fumes, And I'm back, I'm a viper, still a fighter till the day I die, When will you realize that there’s no stopping me Move back, (BACK) Caz 'n' Matt attack, Jekyll, my Hyde’s made of iron, pushin' plates like Platos More war than Mars and Kratos, your rhymes prosthetic like Kate Moss Each individual digit got ink dripping from it, Bit a blade in a fit of rage, Days since a pen hasn’t been picked up, Tickedy-tick-tick-tock, Time is tickin' off the clock, Seconds are slippin' 'n' I can't make them – stop, All I see are ink blots and dots, Watchin' the skies drop, I begin to concoct and rot, no holdin' off, Poppin', droppin', rockin' on top, lyricist non stop, To a beat box leave an MC fearin' the beast - what, No-one can stop me when the beat drops, Here to hurt the hypocrites of hip hop, And sock it to Socrates, Call me – Haz-Matt, (BLAST) cos now the hazard is back, Better pass my gas mask, think fast, I'm about to attack, They call me 12 Gage (MAKE WAY) Barricade (DECAY) Let the words marinade, rewind back and replay Whether you like it or not, the future cannot stopped, More than a sequel, no-one equal, people step back 'n' watch, Too many hits but I'm still up, fightin' like Foley For he's like forty Voorhees, 12 Gage, the one and only Today I'm dirty but tomorrow I'll be dirt, Today I'm writin' verses but tomorrow you'll be hurt, I'll be cuttin' out and carvin' out your carcass from the world, The way we work words, it's the best and it's the worst, Cos Matt must be stopped, no matter the cost, I've lost everything now I can do anything, Callum's callous, infatuated with foulness, My pen is my outlet, shoutin' it from the mountains, You better never doubt this, but... You better run cos here we come, Cos we'll be rippin' it, spittin' it, tearin' it, We'll be bringing in the wicked, Diabolical, it's the alcoholic 'n' the chronic liar-liar pants on fire Settin' fire to funeral pyres, my desire's that you call me sire, My mind's mired - the type that you can only admire, I will never tire (Rippin' it up), Never expire (Never give up), With the only skill that I have ever acquired, Oh, here we go, 'til the roof blows off, explode, FMA 'n' 12 Gage, spittin' out a new flow, We're rippin' sickenin' tracks, we're bringin' back what you lack, We're crashin' 'n' blastin' back, makin' the con-crete crack, Limit's are diminishin', the sinister sinner is in again, Punishin' 'n' pinnin' 'em in, I'm less than a human but I'm more than a man, You better mourn for this land, Because the war-born are walkin' through this war-torn land, Tickedy-tick-tick-tock, (tick) Time is tickin' off the clock, (tick) Seconds are slippin' 'n' I can't make them – stop, (tick) All I see are ink blots and dots, Watchin' the skies drop, I begin to concoct and rot, no holdin' off, Poppin', droppin', rockin' on top, lyricist non stop, To a beat box leave an MC fearin' the beast - what, No-one can stop me when the beat drops, Here to hurt the hypocrites of hip hop, And sock it to Socrates, We're bringin' in the wicked, FMA + 12 Gage, make way, You've settled on the next level, We're already on the next game, From the front to the back, From the front to the runt of the pack, Move back, We're bringin' in the wicked,

Here we go son, We're one of a kind, there's no-one like us, The equation for that is that, us plus no-one equals automatically awesome, We're a force of pure force of course, We're a sore on the source of the cause, Eruptin' like a cannonball, You know that I know that you're all full of jealousy, I want you to know that you made me a better me, All that I wanted was a friend or an enemy, To while away the minutes but instead I've been, Improvin' 'n' provin' I'm ruthless, With my son at my side I'm a do this, Never bow down, never back down, Step out the background, Better make a choice now, I choose this, CHORUS 1 It's just that father like son rap, The time it has come back, The signs have aligned with no time to counteract back, Count on that fact, Curtains close on the act, Times almost up-up-up-up, Fade to black, CHORUS 2 With every step I take, I'm one step closer to my own wake, With every minute, closer to my limit, pick up the pace, The lesson's over son, you've graduated, it's done, Just take a look at the proof, just look at what you've become, Shut the fuck up, Dad, I'm a mutt in a rut 'n' I'm bad but, I'm glad I found my way out of the bad books, Now look, I'm sick of the sly looks. I've piled up, My rhymes books 'n' meathooks, 'Cos I, Painted a picture 'n' tore it to bits, Laboured for days 'til the force emits Capable of creatin' a quake to tear off lips, Labelled heretics, We're a rarity pricks, We don't care about anythin' you spit, The darkest, hardest, artists, It's FMA + 12 Gage bitch, CHORUS 1 & 2 One, I sum my CV up in numerical order while I'm performin', Two, there I go with my ego 'n' teetotal rappin' father, Three, contemplate this, I'm a pre-teen's faeces pretty much an underage shit, Four, my anger, Five, I'm, Six, double it, Twelve, Gage, CHORUS 2 With every step I take, I'm one step closer to my own wake, With every minute, closer to my limit, pick up the pace, The show is over, the curtains fallin', it's done, And we're just silhouettes stood against the settin' sun...