UK Hip Hop Lyrics: Ed Scissortongue - Theremin

The Rt. Hon. Rev. Dirty Dike produced this gem of a track, allowing Mr. Edward Scissortongue to drop some heavy perspective bars. There’s some great wordplay in play here.

ED SCISSORTONGUE

Deep in the mystic pit
Deeper than I’ve ever been
Deeper than the anabolic foetuses that never dream
Deeper than the feeble little carcasses that never scream
The silence of the lambs inside the guillotine
Even if an atom bomb was soaring to a setting sea
I’ll be walking on until the laser beams envelop me
Be walking onward till the shrapnel takes my face off me
Walking forward - mankind versus grey machines
Never face defeat - never let the doom set
Never dig a deeper hole, settle where the guns kept
Every single moment in this epoch isn’t done yet
Every single organism twitching as the sun sets
And as the sun bled and ran red
The birds saw the flames and abandoned the love nest
The seasons deleted the seeds
As the legions of people bereaved
All their evil would come next
It came forth shining on horizons
Turrets on the fourth floor crystallised in silence
Word on the street is that death is their assignment
Lasers and nerve gas, methods to divide us
Every single human being, every single one of us
Every single heart was beating faster than a fizzing slug
And so we battled for a hundred months
Molecules embarked, took hold and now your lungs are fucked
A hundred bucks doesn’t mean shit now
A dozen canned goods for a dozen mans sit down and pipe up
Join hands and cry blood
Ask for forgiveness, resistances rise up
2X4’s meet metallic skulls and rebound like 2-point layups in a drunken little street fight
With two prime suspects in a tunnel vision treehouse
With two types of honey in the belly of the bee hive
And now the Presidents on speed dial
Reading from the pages of his gold leaf bible book
Sending out a message to the frontline
To keep up the good work and pray that the mothership will leak goods
Warheads to forcefields light up the sky like
Gunpowder plots on the fourth of July
But the forcefields stay strong
Foreign metals sweating on rockets in formation like swans in the night time
And demise tastes real in the blood bank
Triple-O negative is running low and hearts need the sustenance to beat back
Foraging for berries in these bleak black tunnels of this monolithic heat tank
We sank deeper than the sonnets affirmed
A bleak ether descended as the populous burned
Stood looking for an echo as these colonies churned the sky yellow
The merriments of Montgomery Burns
Top Gun, Tom Cruise, pilot, shot down
Corkscrews punishing this lifeless plumage
I saw hundreds pulled apart by their ribcage
Man grew haggard, grew bloated by the bruises
And this mere flesh here
This mere flesh wasn’t built like a nine-foot cyber savage stalking
It wasn’t built like a fine tuned sentinel
With fume vents zig-zagging faster than endorphins
Right hooks swinging like a bag full of spanners
Straight glimmering in colour till the blood grew layered
and the pistons that churned at the summit of the balance
kept turning and moving and heating and burning
Slugs from the parapet
Nothing to the ten-speed
Quaking in your boots with a trench foot bulbous
Celebrating Polaroids of generation gaps in this minute
Every minute just a minute from the landslideLight up the sky
Hang out in the minds
Put five bullets in your family tonight
Say why oh why did the maker decide
That this android hellathon arrived here tonight?