[bad word] VULGATRON
Yeah I'm equipped for the war
Equipped like enemy soldiers on tour
I did it, try spit it like this n get tor
I did it, try kick it with piz n get bore
raw [bad word] with that food brain [bad word] 
even ya gyal be like zoop when i say [bad word] [bad word] to ya bits like oi you gime gimme gimme
pack a black bally like crooks n look bait
i get cold like siberia, ice when I par
he went down like titanic like that guys panic,
you see your team banged out like strikes with a mallet
Sweat drippin out from every [bad word] facet,
left him like cabbage, life filled with maggots,
mind all washed out like the eyes on a crack head
the tracks spreadin fear of the day like pandemic,
Pav said it, rapper find my style epic,
you get cornerd n holed up, folded or rolled up,
I bowl up the o, jack ya phone from ya own cuff
it's no love, ya goal like the mould on a old muff,
my cold [bad word]  chop up an bag you like cold cuts
Cos that's what it is ouut here,
You could get shif for ya quids out here,
I aint really trin a kick it out here,
but thats how we do cos we're livin out here

 [bad word] 
It gets cold in the L
thats why some of us holdin a L
whether you're on road or holed in a cell
stand up whatch your back, or watch your soul bail
It gets cold in the L
thats why some of us holdin a L
whether you're on road or holed in a cell
stand up whatch your back, or watch your soul sail
METROPOLIS
I'm a beast with the speech, i speak in a manner
that'll leak heat when its unleashed off the sheets
where brothers stay hungry aint feed for a week
so they reach for the heat , thats a breach of the peace
In E8 i see enough fiends catch a deep fate
fam left to greive with a wake as a keep sake
youts stay hazed in a weed state, blazing the leef straight
caught up in the beef that the streets shape
i'm on the 149 with bars on the mind
sat with four bums swiggin' hard on the wine
in a manor where [bad word] tzars got their clasp ont he crime
and they got us all marching the line like lemmings
recognise these aint no lies i'm pennin
lifes like [bad word] in the L
you know what you gotta act like when in
moretime its grime
but if a bwoy wanna try go for mine i'm bennin'
watch where i'm steppin' but if its a sendin'
then i'll be ringing on bells like choir boys at a wedding
around these parts a lotta bloods been sheddin
many scuffs met an ending with a cut through the denim
and armageddon awaits where were heading,
gunshots ringing through the night and beheadings
your little youts about with his bredrens just out for a messin
he'll be gone if somebody don't tell him