Tunes Splits the Atom - MC Tunes, 808 State

I’m gonna loosen my lungs

Take a breath

And express

Three quarters of your mind

The tunes will possess

Your only capable thought is a function

The hunger to dance and cause

Human combustion

Make it bang, combinating with slang

Manchester the dance capital of England

The way I swing is close to a sin

Unleash vocal domination like Hendrix on strings

Lyrical, miracle poetical chatter

The raps beefed as the chat gets fatter

You drool at the sound of my lyrical feast

The snare drums the pulls, my tempo’s the heart beat

I take root like a weed in summer soil

Ruff like a Popeye and my microphone’s my Olive Oil

Now as I recharge my vocal cords

I’ll take a pause, 4 seconds to break

As I collect my applause

People get up and get on one, speed is my style

My tongue is the stun gun

I leave jams confused state of panic manic

I’m frantic some say satanic

But that’s chat, I don’t need the spirit of life is feed

Direct attention to the pattern of the drum boil

Delivering tracks for the pleasure of disc jocks

Tunes is here to breathe life into hip-hop

Cool, smooth, but I am hot

Yo

The deeper we get, people relate and sweat

Banging beats for bass for rap with a concept

The way I word my lines my boys kick hard

Booming and bubbling make the ladies say good god

Punks start to front they get verbally scared

Rap selection like shorts and I hold the card

This is the count-down

Systematically melt down

Make you dizzy you’re deluded when you come around

Delete my spell your body rushes when I excel

Make you boogie and your head propel

Now one second excuse me while I style

Collect my thoughts and check my profile

Again I have begun lyrical fun, play my voice

Like the notes on a steel drum

Energy magnet, human conductor

Rap maniac, female seductor

Girls start wiggling, jiggling, giggling

To the Tunes and leave them considering who is the new

Rave, rhyme, genius, mysterious

My tempo’s oblivious

Flesh and bone, Dictaphone vocal tone is my thing

So I can differ from a pop clone

5' 8″ with dimples crush punks likes pimples

Rhyme’s quick but my samples are simple

So concentrate, meditate

Please relate to the state of 808, and combinate

Escalate to a break so you can groove, but get

Heavy like a lead weight

Release my beef

Erase grief

I am the chief

Rock my rhymes and leave punks deceased

Receive vibes from minds I have caressed

Lay jams flat and put bodies to rest

I trade letters send and bend them

Deliver heat, as my DJ blends them

Now I got 2 seconds to break

Take it easy as I translate

I am rated for my rhyme and steel plated lines

Punk you go for yours as I go for mine

Crack heads like eggs on concrete

Freak out like a dog in a field of sheep

Dislocate your feet, make the beat complete

Suckle my lyrics like a lamb to a teat

But don’t step too close ‘cause

Your footing might slip

Trip, fall on you ass and still try to talk shit

Then I will vocally victimise verbally

Emphasize the nature of the beast

With a musical compromise

Between Darren, Price, Massey, and Barker

Built like volcano, the talents the lava, yeah

Now here’s the last count down

As I end it on one