Cee Why, Tommy Evans, Jehst - Water Torture lyrics

Yo Boomcat Project, Cee Why, Jehst
Tommy Evans
Boomcat anthem waging war on the pretenders

I'll stop you in your tracks
If you start with me
With raps so fat they clog your arteries
I'm so inventive with my artistry
I break ground like earthquakes
And part the seas
Be a smart emcee, stop sparking trees
Smokers get blunted, ain't as sharp as T
I'm on point like laboured
Emcees can't cut it
I'll slice up your intestines
Leave you gutted
Destroy the stress, you boys can't test
I'll rip out your windpipe
Leave you short of breath
I walk with Jehst, we're Yorkshire's best
My flow's so hot that it
Will scorch your flesh
I burn emcees, give em the third degree
Send them to Accident & Emergency
They urgently need plastic surgery
Because he said this'll bleed internally
I watch as you fade into obscurity
Nuff eternity reign for eternity
I purposely, run perfectly, am I the best?
(No doubt) it's a certainty!

Yo I decapitate wack and fake
Rappers at a rapid rate either take cover
Or run like the clappers mate
Because I'm done with the chatter
Make it happen break
Beats and batter tracks, chiefs I eradicate
I can see straight through
Their front like acetate
Heat up the beats so
Their weak flows evaporate
Burn the earth til' it reverts
To it's natural state
Battle great pretenders bend their twisted
Shit back to shape
Shape shifting man I'll make
Plans to assassinate
Piss take rappers hate the
Fact that I captivate
Crowds, cos I'm holding it
Down like gaffa tape
Try and start shit and my
Sharp wit will lacerate
Half-wit's, my gamma ray targets
You pop stars
I'll carpet bomb your boot camp, and bombard
Troops tactical, run tracks like stock cars
Burn my name into your back
With these hot bars

The battle ground stomper, nocturnal author
Kidnap rappers and carry out water torture
Drown a performer, brainstorm on A4
Verbal napalm, blazing the trail for
The battle ground stomper, nocturnal author
Kidnap rappers and carry out water torture
Drown a performer, brainstorm on A4
We wage war on you fake types

You heard the T ain't tight?
Don't believe the hype
I'm louder than a bomb so I don't need a mic
I bring the noise faster than
The speed of light and shower clever rhymes
You don't see too bright
You can't read or write
I'm raps cleverest mind
My body of work is ahead of it's time
You'll have to wait til' 2079
The cryptologist will crack every line

I see you biters setting
Your watches seconds behind
To try and catch what I'm dropping
When you're checking the rhyme
You're saying nothing
Like a professional mime
While I'm spitting this liquid
Of the venemous kind
Read my lips, like an unsettling sign
Now I might flip any minute
Leave you dead in your prime
Severing spines with heads
When the letters align
To spell 'Jehst!' I shine as I steadily climb
We can go toe-to-toe so don't
Be stepping on mine
You see me and TE stay deadly combined
We told you once already
Now this is double jeapordy
Pre-school lyricists are having
Trouble getting me
I got a primitive remedy for that attitude
New jack rappers get battered til'
They're black and blue
They made a track or two
But didn't have a clue
To me it doesn't matter who you are
I'll still flatten you
Steamroll through your whole crew
Fuck your fashion shoot
You couldn't see me if you drank
A tank of carrot juice
I get the jam jumping like kangaroos
He who dares - now there's a
Man who stands to lose
My style's shocking like a damaged fuse
I drop savage tunes
Like arsenic in your Malibu


Scratches by Cee Why on the decks
" war on the underworld"