Call to Arms (feat. Marx & Grhymz)
Razorrawks
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Let the battle commence on the war of the roses Yorkshire's victorious but you already know this Never in the dugout, in the field where the prose is I just ripped the rug out from under your noses Attack you with the poetry - Shakespearean sword Applying for jobs I ain't got experience for We can rewrite history clearing the score I'm solidified I ain't trying to hear it at all The intoxicating English to leave your son and daughter smashed Buy a photo frame that only houses my autograph Trying to reel me in when they ain't even caught a cast Pitching ideas like I ain't already thought of that Incredibly pretentious, too right I got an ego On the offset get followed where me go The paradigm shifted kid and I took the lead so Rappers got salty, just stick to having weed rolled It's a call to the arms Where pride and power's in palms We burnt the book, left you shook and reinvented the psalms We cut the mic, cut the lights while you ring the alarm No gimmicks just lyrics we finish as sinners with charm It's a call to the arms Where pride and power's in palms We burnt the book, left you shook and reinvented the psalms We cut the mic, cut the lights while you ring the alarm No gimmicks just lyrics we finish as sinners with charm Step and spit vocals with pride Cause this social divide that's increasing is croaky and snide When approaching with those that are totally fine Till they're gone then they look down their noses and smile Cause you're peasants and you'll never be better than them Never pretend to be them, if you don't know where you're heading Then you're doing your head in again and my friend it ain't a trend But you're better just getting a pen and getting your vengeance in again and again and again And in the end, well you'll settle the score with cock suckers who are wrecking the poor Let you hold their mouths open when you step in the door Tell em open wide fucker get the debt I'll un-pour Cause they treat me like a cock who is new to this I could offer them tutelage, instead I'm dropping a boot on this And watching my back cause the future's uncertain Pools of blood spilled over truth, but which version? It's a call to the arms Where pride and power's in palms We burnt the book, left you shook and reinvented the psalms We cut the mic, cut the lights while you ring the alarm No gimmicks just lyrics we finish as sinners with charm It's a call to the arms Where pride and power's in palms We burnt the book, left you shook and reinvented the psalms We cut the mic, cut the lights while you ring the alarm No gimmicks just lyrics we finish as sinners with charm So pick your sel' up man when I send you packing backwards In a last ditch attempt at playing rapping till I catch ya Snatching chats and spy out latches when the fact is man I'm practiced And I'm versed in the ancient art of parting party tactics And I can't be arsed with hardly starts and fat lips after egos Spill over, Novocaine for you now I conversate and knew How'd you go and start a fucking shit chatting exercise? I spliced to the side the right time and now the nights mine And its my time to shine a light, a type and kind to split the night The line of sights mine I've finalised the words they're mine to type Dynamite and tight and line after line they're all like fucking "How'd that guy go speed of light? And occupy a space where neither lies - a barren land!?" Well I ain't black and white I'm either and I freedom fight while mortified I cheat and cry while screaming in the face of fucking heathens seething I can hear em dreaming, I can hear em clearly praying dearly for the fear to fucking veer me It's a call to the arms Where pride and power's in palms We burnt the book, left you shook and reinvented the psalms We cut the mic, cut the lights while you ring the alarm No gimmicks just lyrics we finish as sinners with charm It's a call to the arms Where pride and power's in palms We burnt the book, left you shook and reinvented the psalms We cut the mic, cut the lights while you ring the alarm No gimmicks just lyrics we finish as sinners with charm It's a call to the arms Where pride and power's in palms We burnt the book, left you shook and reinvented the psalms We cut the mic, cut the lights while you ring the alarm No gimmicks just lyrics we finish as sinners with charm It's a call to the arms Where pride and power's in palms We burnt the book, left you shook and reinvented the psalms We cut the mic, cut the lights while you ring the alarm No gimmicks just lyrics we finish as sinners with charm
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Written by: David Grimes, Martin Guymer, Martin Rawcliffe
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