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Marcus E Coates

Marcus E Coates is a British contemporary artist who is known for his multidisciplinary practice that includes performance art, video, and photography. His work often explores themes of human and animal communication, spirituality, and the interconnectedness of all beings. Coates has exhibited his artwork internationally and has gained recognition for his unique and thought-provoking artistic approach. more »

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Mic check one 
Mic check two
Y’all, where ya going? Follow me into the night
Yo, hustle Downtown for the crown delight
Get a shine on tonight in the bare lions lair for the taking dough Raking
Your debts aren’t forsaken 
It’s a tough spot grown in a tough neighborhood 
No code for the Youth who are misunderstood
It’s a battle in demand sealed lips divide
Across the block emcees Rocking black through to white
Is it guts, skill or knowledge on the mic? 
Or a schooling  from the Legends in the art of hip life?
Cut the politics of shame, earn the stripes of the name
Is your Rhyming brain worthy of acclaim?
So you want a quick rise to fame? 
On Youtube you’ll rate, from the Hoodie, cap to kicks a cliche’ of the greats
You’ve heard all the fine kings, and dug all their crates
What a Shame your top critics, are ill informed mates
As the huddle hushes in round one 
To commence your against an Emcee from a higher dimension
He’s veteran, betterin’ the craft past letterin’
Styling you the lessons In his battles malevolent
You try to direct, your insults he’ll dissect
His lines cutting deeper as Your foul mouth deflects
So he switches attack, lays the cards on the table
You still Representin’ or cryin’ for the label?

Grind time now, sweat on your brow, don’t stop, don’t flop
Don’t Throw in the towel, your career ends tonight 
Coz’ you won’t find a Bite now burn at your turn and strike fear in his sight

Round two comes down a thunderbolt from Zuess 
And your head Starts spinnin’ like Beetlejuice
That’s not even deuce or a prop to save
Just another rhymin’ reaper Soul slayin’ to your grave!
Round two this is it another chance to shine 
But the cat’s got your Tongue and there’s fog in your mind
You’re illiterate, itinerant
Downright inconsiderate the silence of Your ignorance confirms your lack of syllabus
What are we waiting for to hear something new?  
Some poetic Biographical slanderous  spew?
A volcanic eruption, corruption end of days
We get tired of hearing You repeatin’ the phrase, it’s a phase
Get a move on while we’re decomposing
You’re cryin’ for the bottle And  the curtain is closing
Am I imposing or lightin’ the truth 
When the flame burns deep over Proof turns sleuth to the master of owning
The apprentice is Groaning and your never a match for this wolf in sheeps clothing
Down low ridin’ on the sunset strip your star power meant nothin’ 
Better catch him on the flip

Grind time now, sweat on your brow, don’t stop, don’t flop
Don’t Throw in the towel, your career ends tonight 
Coz’ you won’t find a Bite now burn at your turn and strike fear in his sight

Drop The Beat
Round three the decider and a lot to say 
But you know you’re Outclassed, outgunned, dismayed
That’s the trouble with spittin’ cold verse on the fly 
When you’re Low on pre-written that’s a whack alibi
And you talk the talk mashin’ homemade beats still the horrorshow Flows 
Another wigga on repeat
That’s cold deceit even colder when you’re played 
Then you’re raisin’ Your hand for the Hollywood kool aid
Enough with your tirade, be well advised there’s another emcee in The wings evil eyes
And the government spies have the finger on the button never Heard it from me 
And we ain’t sayin’ nuttin’
You’re a glutton for the thug life, strip show
Pimp ride rakin’ up Half baked psuedohydrochloride
Never say you can’t kick the habit to the bit 
When you’re starin’ Down the barrel of the gun that’s legit
So rewind your shit, hit play on reflection, a decadent life only gave You misdirection
Object of affection objection your honour
In contempt of court That’s a lonely  prima donna

Grind time now, sweat on your brow, don’t stop, don’t flop
Don’t Throw in the towel, your career ends tonight 
Coz’ you won’t find a Bite now burn at your turn and strike fear in his sight
Grind time now, sweat on your brow, don’t stop, don’t flop
Don’t Throw in the towel, your career ends tonight 
Coz’ you won’t find a Bite now burn at your turn and strike fear in his sight

Y’all final round it’s a pretty clear scene that you’re lost for words 
And you’re turnin’ green
Still defendin’ tryin’ to mend it when you can’t even think
And way Out of your depth your cred’s startin’ to stink
It’s war no retreat to release the blame
He’s a wordsmith chef sets The table of the game
Yo he’s sittin’ at the head all dues been paid, a true renegade and the Man’s self made
You got nothin’ to trade and you lost the plot
Your ambition was Mean but man you’re still in the cot 
And you ain’t at the top, it would pay you to listen when Outmatched
Outdone by this man on a mission
After just two rounds it’s clear you’re defeated he read ya like a Book
Cooked ya now your style’s depleted
So be your own narrator, cultural mediator be artistic innovator, Tactical abominator
Imagine the battle, shadow spar ‘till your death blood
Laugh in the Face no disgrace when ya wear mud
Toughen your skin, breathe it in, breathe it out
Rise above it deal And seal ‘em never stoopin’ or kneelin’
Hey you, load ya gun, acid tongue, only one, drop tha tonne, said ‘n Done
Praise be to ya son

Grind time now, sweat on your brow, don’t stop, don’t flop
Don’t Throw in the towel, your career ends tonight 
Coz’ you won’t find a Bite now burn at your turn and strike fear in his sight


Mic check one 
Mic check two
Y’all, where ya going? Follow me into the night
Yo, hustle Downtown for the crown delight
Get a shine on tonight in the bare lions lair for the taking dough Raking
Your debts aren’t forsaken 
It’s a tough spot grown in a tough neighborhood 
No code for the Youth who are misunderstood
It’s a battle in demand sealed lips divide
Across the block emcees Rocking black through to white
Is it guts, skill or knowledge on the mic? 
Or a schooling  from the Legends in the art of hip life?
Cut the politics of shame, earn the stripes of the name
Is your Rhyming brain worthy of acclaim?
So you want a quick rise to fame? 
On Youtube you’ll rate, from the Hoodie, cap to kicks a cliche’ of the greats
You’ve heard all the fine kings, and dug all their crates
What a Shame your top critics, are ill informed mates
As the huddle hushes in round one 
To commence your against an Emcee from a higher dimension
He’s veteran, betterin’ the craft past letterin’
Styling you the lessons In his battles malevolent
You try to direct, your insults he’ll dissect
His lines cutting deeper as Your foul mouth deflects
So he switches attack, lays the cards on the table
You still Representin’ or cryin’ for the label?

Grind time now, sweat on your brow, don’t stop, don’t flop
Don’t Throw in the towel, your career ends tonight 
Coz’ you won’t find a Bite now burn at your turn and strike fear in his sight

Round two comes down a thunderbolt from Zuess 
And your head Starts spinnin’ like Beetlejuice
That’s not even deuce or a prop to save
Just another rhymin’ reaper Soul slayin’ to your grave!
Round two this is it another chance to shine 
But the cat’s got your Tongue and there’s fog in your mind
You’re illiterate, itinerant
Downright inconsiderate the silence of Your ignorance confirms your lack of syllabus
What are we waiting for to hear something new?  
Some poetic Biographical slanderous  spew?
A volcanic eruption, corruption end of days
We get tired of hearing You repeatin’ the phrase, it’s a phase
Get a move on while we’re decomposing
You’re cryin’ for the bottle And  the curtain is closing
Am I imposing or lightin’ the truth 
When the flame burns deep over Proof turns sleuth to the master of owning
The apprentice is Groaning and your never a match for this wolf in sheeps clothing
Down low ridin’ on the sunset strip your star power meant nothin’ 
Better catch him on the flip

Grind time now, sweat on your brow, don’t stop, don’t flop
Don’t Throw in the towel, your career ends tonight 
Coz’ you won’t find a Bite now burn at your turn and strike fear in his sight

Drop The Beat
Round three the decider and a lot to say 
But you know you’re Outclassed, outgunned, dismayed
That’s the trouble with spi

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