Taskforce - One Step Ahead lyrics
[Taskforce - One Step Ahead lyrics]
Any competition finish quick like a brody
This parocat rapper spells set
Backs to phonies
I mosy through my art form all cosy and warm
My cries electrocute the skies
Like a lightning storm
With moon child poetry
I don't rain I monsoon and in this high noon
Rebellion I'm totally cartoon
This is freaky animation, man the stations
For a brain tax, tangible levels of creations
Look back from a space age history
I'm like a cosmic gypsy
From black holes to red dwarfs
I'm known for crushing pip squeaks
Who talk that familiar talk
But ain't cutting it deeps how I cut
I beam you up to my mothership
I got time on my hands
And dirt under my fingernails
From grabbing dirty tricks and
Gathering street tales many follow the bear
I walk the ways of explorers
Some heads got bypassed trying
Hard to ignore us
Individ Robustus, strong solo
Moves silent on your promos
Removing sapiens from your homos
I'll derange your feelings
Like Silasiben fungis
Farma's hawkeye the slayer
Fork tongue destroyer
Slain the warrior, holy war sagas
Rap related war starters
So get ready for your orders
The final chapter inciting flames to
Wrap around your stature
Mess with a decade like Thatcher in the 80s
I'm a space man type, urban cowboy perisher
Word consuming voice box leveller
I'm the vox populi plus the one man burial
MUD Fam, Bury Crew one step ahead of you
Catch a banger word rapper explosive
Like Joseph's technicoloured coat that
He posed in i suddenly have full bloom
I rose to cris' anthems
Played by boys and girls like
'We Are The Champions' this is my piece
A soundscape plus visual backing
I'm attacking with force in all
Areas that you lack in
Farma fortified aspects represents me alone
Skill packer rapper gold diction, iron bones
Body's damaged words savaged
Hiding feelings in holes
My pole position left skidmarks in your ho
Tombstone sideburns, concrete hairstyles
Absorbing stone faces of statues
Of Farma Giles
And you can watch us
Fathering a million offsprings
In this orgy of construction
Who's the stud running tings?
Speaking splang that you can't dopplegang
Too unique
Off time from the mouths of many minds
I speak to those running blind in search
Of what I definitely own
There's no shares in what's mine so
Take your sorry self home and go to work
On something you created yourself
Or go to dirt, my twelth's 'n' five
That's where my fires born
Via N5 worldwide is where I get my corn
I'm feeding from a field of
Form packed to the borderline
Knowing that I've got to stuff my
Face because we're short of time
Although there's no expiry date on
None of my lyrics
They're best before the end
Also known as the finish
This parocat rapper spells set
Backs to phonies
I mosy through my art form all cosy and warm
My cries electrocute the skies
Like a lightning storm
With moon child poetry
I don't rain I monsoon and in this high noon
Rebellion I'm totally cartoon
This is freaky animation, man the stations
For a brain tax, tangible levels of creations
Look back from a space age history
I'm like a cosmic gypsy
From black holes to red dwarfs
I'm known for crushing pip squeaks
Who talk that familiar talk
But ain't cutting it deeps how I cut
I beam you up to my mothership
I got time on my hands
And dirt under my fingernails
From grabbing dirty tricks and
Gathering street tales many follow the bear
I walk the ways of explorers
Some heads got bypassed trying
Hard to ignore us
Individ Robustus, strong solo
Moves silent on your promos
Removing sapiens from your homos
I'll derange your feelings
Like Silasiben fungis
Farma's hawkeye the slayer
Fork tongue destroyer
Slain the warrior, holy war sagas
Rap related war starters
So get ready for your orders
The final chapter inciting flames to
Wrap around your stature
Mess with a decade like Thatcher in the 80s
I'm a space man type, urban cowboy perisher
Word consuming voice box leveller
I'm the vox populi plus the one man burial
MUD Fam, Bury Crew one step ahead of you
Catch a banger word rapper explosive
Like Joseph's technicoloured coat that
He posed in i suddenly have full bloom
I rose to cris' anthems
Played by boys and girls like
'We Are The Champions' this is my piece
A soundscape plus visual backing
I'm attacking with force in all
Areas that you lack in
Farma fortified aspects represents me alone
Skill packer rapper gold diction, iron bones
Body's damaged words savaged
Hiding feelings in holes
My pole position left skidmarks in your ho
Tombstone sideburns, concrete hairstyles
Absorbing stone faces of statues
Of Farma Giles
And you can watch us
Fathering a million offsprings
In this orgy of construction
Who's the stud running tings?
Speaking splang that you can't dopplegang
Too unique
Off time from the mouths of many minds
I speak to those running blind in search
Of what I definitely own
There's no shares in what's mine so
Take your sorry self home and go to work
On something you created yourself
Or go to dirt, my twelth's 'n' five
That's where my fires born
Via N5 worldwide is where I get my corn
I'm feeding from a field of
Form packed to the borderline
Knowing that I've got to stuff my
Face because we're short of time
Although there's no expiry date on
None of my lyrics
They're best before the end
Also known as the finish