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Director - KC LOCKE http://www.kclocke.com/
Executive Producer - Nikhil Nagarkar & David "JSD" Hindley

Video Produced by EY3 Media http://www.ey3media.com/

Song Produced by JSD

Midication Recordings©

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VIRUS SYNDICATE - GIMME THE MIC - LYRICS

JSD VERSE 1
I'm a mentalist the instrumental is my blank canvas,
blood sport im a champion like van dam was,
and it's a damn stand off,
I write lyrics so sick that other rappers wanna try and cut my damn hand off, too many people wanna rip another mans slang off,
claim to be sick but still ain't got the damn hang of,
the science and art,
really you should try and be smart, my bars could rip a grown lion apart, this is my rap manual,
and when it comes to facts yo I extract each every last granule, some say the King is back and that's tangible,
I've covered every exact angle I'm that animal,
don't play me in your flat I'm that flammable,
don't stab me in the back this cats Hannibal,
and more panic'll set, you amateurs get,
served like a vinegaret im In at your neck,
Soooo gimme a sec and let me get on a vibe,
I stab myself in the neck just to check I'm alive,
Then pour coke down my throat I'm a heck of a guy,
then inject a shit load of ket on the sly,
I'm like an overdose, my flows arose and now your comatosed,
the holly ghost,
I'm appearing in your rolly smoke,
The rap genie in a black beenie,
They told me to spit so I did a fat Greeny"

CHORUS

Gimme the mic
Fuck the system yeh we pay with are life we're
getting straight in the fight theyll never take me alive
Gimme the mic
flows sharper than the blade of a knife and graze the face of ya wife
and make away from the heist
gimme the mic
we're getting stoned like arabian nights
its true we say what we like under these stadium lights
gimme the mic

Nika D VERSE 1

see im distrubing the peace with dirty words and a piece
going buzurk wearing a burkah tryna murder a priest
up in fergason lurking ready to serve the police
put the nuns from the clergy back to work on the streets
im the heat to the clip deezals key to the brick
im the beast that leaves ya people queezy needing a shit
so i drop couple freebies so they fiend for a fix
In know its evil but im greedy its the reason im rich
the beat burgaler , pissed off the burbon
dropping more bombs than serbia
gun but the burner to your gut and corse a hernia
to corrupt to war with all you battle rappers
swerving us
cos we just shackle man up in a flat and fucking murder yas
maniac madder than maz manson trick him into planning the murder of chad branson
we dont want him dead we wanna hold him for ransom
gag and strap him to a bed in a flat on the anson
a cloak an a dagger spin ya throat with a spanner
sniffing coke with ya nanna down at the copa cubanna
tryna poke a poo nanna a glamour hoe in havanna
and get a blow off savannah just while a smoke a cubanna
im bad karma I bring arguments and drama
start up a palarvour while we arson your apartment
Im a pay a snitch to incarcerate your father
now hes serving 26 as the live in prison barber