i stand firm like militant, aems every show i'm killing it
bars so intricate, bright like filament, swear down my bars are brilliant
i'm rowdy! drunken idiot - when im on points whenna crowd goes silliest
if you don't like it -well fuck you man - its none of your business
i'm venomous, watch me drop weight, MCs demma sink like sediment
call on the four horses trust my team bring war and pestilence
the turbulent element - its the sound of an audio terrorist
turn up the sub bass, low vibration cause trauma in ya skeletons
i live by the night time, ravings got me devoid of melanin
fuck queues i push to the front, there's no way i'm not getting in
watch we come murda the show, man leave the system dissident
any rave, any dance, any day, any club, STENCHMAN, omnipotent
distorted tear up floors, i make man break bone and ligament
we make the place erupt, put doormen inna predicament
delinquent, get trashed, get bruised, get hype, all sorta decadent
sick deviant, dischordant, every show i'm wrecking it //
watch out we're going on different, hold, brace for impact
i kill tracks when i bring jack, both of us mannamanna ill and malevolent
a aems aye aye can can rock a damn track widda widda speech impediment
i put geordie slang like this in the hands of the streets and the tenements
LISTEN - it's evident, when it comes to bars there's no equivalent
i'm adamant - no messing about, i'll grip a mic magnificent
fuck a battle, pardon me, i'm parring every participant
aems i'm part of the problem, i leave an MC shook in an instant
explosion imminent, its an extinction level incident
listen we put a stenchman track behind bars like an imprisonment
and there's no getting away, i spit sulpher and shit grenades
compared to you, you're hardly me, your card is marked as "insignificant"
i spar with the gods, rain a hell storm on weak and innocent
bring rage to the moshpit, no body can stop these man from killing it
i'm damn consistent, these words are no experiment so be warned
we're legion, to the ceiling, if you feel me, raise those fucking horns //
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Some a dem say that i'm hyperactive,coz i jump on stage with a mic and smash it
me and my fam make quite the racket, i bring bars so nice no tyke can match it
mc a get burned like light the matchstick, i run pon a riddim you fight to catch it
back up i said its not nice to chat shit, trust me i run with some spiteful bastard
rah - end up inside a casket, mosh non stop til you can't take it
elbows up, heartrate up, clash in the pit til bones are breakin
i spit hype bars, we fight hard, adrenaline is accelerating
exited, united, lost deep in the subs vibration
non stop till you losing ya mind, won't give up til i'm totally wasted
stand pon a stage telling man go crazy, i make the gyal get overly wavy
explode on a rave scene, we get sick like choking a baby
embrace the night time - i don't want no body to save me
nothing can phase me, i'm ready whatever the night can give to me
hype delivery, "never forget!" i leave a show inscribed to history
on point syllables sharp to "sever your head!" man of mystery
pull up the track reload it and spit a madness "b-better again!" //
fuck reality, stenchman causing bare fatality
rinse out shows like enter shikari, aroma and hospitality
we're sold out, there's no doubt, push til we're over capacity
rock crowds of rock crowds and ravers bring that sick brutality
it has to be, that badderman brand of beats and bass
sneakers laced, i seize the day and collapse inna speakers wake
feed the hate, trust me man i'm totally fucking disgusting
kick off the moshpit, i jump in, and leave with a bleeding face
i'm cataclysmic, ima spit til i leave your eardrums bleeding
have MCs running like hunting season, taking my title? them man are dreaming
you'd better believe it, i channel the voice of a demon
smash any dance when i bring the team in, have them hands reaching for the ceiling
so cold i'm subzero, shake like shivers ten below freezing
oh no, you dun know, no equals i defeat and delete em
take my bars and repeat em, i'm low low, got you hitting the floor
so let's go, the heads know, raise your fucking horns...
credits
released August 3, 2015
Instrumental: Stenchman
Lyrics: Aems
From despair and grief to optimism, the subdued electronic compositions on the latest from Opus form a moving narrative. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 3, 2023
