The Sequel

The Sequel - MC Tunes/808 State

Don't call me nothing but killer

So chill out don't stop my rhyme flow

I'll keep you kicking like a trail of dominoes

I separate all the prime from the punk

Inoculating all the funk from the junk

We bust drums every time we make a track

They call me Tunes or the microphone maniac

When I perform all suckers feel reborn

Preach my rhyme so we can get it on

I'll make you shake

Like paper I will penetrate

Pierce your skin make your whole body pulsate

Credit comes with my effect on people

Dance to death and this is the sequel

So get flat hit the dirt like a doormat

Make you dizzy so the crowd has a relapse

What we devise it hits you like a vodka

Slam dunk punk and I've got you

In my grip rock your body till you feel sick

Heat you up and leave you sweating like an armpit

Soaking wet now it's time to place your bet

On the tunes can't lose and I'm going to wreck

Crush the beat to dust and grind the cut

Raise my tone like a lord now stand hut

You're gonna

Dance yourself to death

Dance yourself to death

Dance yourself to death

Given to me

I'll be rhyming till hell freezes over

Refreshing rap make a drunk man sober

You comprehend

You check what I'm saying

Centre of sound Manchester's playing

We've got rock everything we've got we're going to give you

Bust your brain make you sway then the bass delivers

Punk you're mine make your whole body rewind

Release the pause and kick it off for a second time

Now if you're ready it's time to get with it

I'll hit the rev and D Tone will spin it

Where it stops nobody knows

Scare you stupid like a freak from the freak-show

Patrol the streets and chased down by police

I've been slandered but all the bill cease

Now stand back jack and give my a hand

Rock and roll to my new style funk band

You're lifeless your muscle structures quivering

Your knees are bust and the blood pressure's simmering

You're psychotic hot and full of fear

The butt's spooked but you know it's what you want to hear

Now you're hooked first time addiction

You can't dispute it cause it's fact not fiction

You're gonna

Dance yourself to death

Dance yourself to death

You gonna dance yourself to death

Dance yourself to death

And

You're

Seducted the way I rhyme and do my thing

Rock you to sleep or wake you up like a bee sting

I've got strength and the speed of a power truck

Intelligent like the knowledge in a college book

I explode bam like a powder cake

Add some spice season up like a rump steak

Thought goes into every verb and noun

Put together so well you can taste the sound

Now it's ready to listen and rock to

Make you faint It might come as a shock to fools

Punks they wind up as dead meat

Cockroaches have been crushed by my feet

Break stop relax

Yo

Now get ready for the speed

Bbbbrrrrrap attack I'm back and I'm hut

Busting dusting and I'm going to head forth

Roll with rhyme cool deadly but on line

Sweet elite control by the drum beat

King of thing got jump in my spring

Boost the juice turn on the power and let it loose

Earthquake devastate and I'm going to vibrate

Rooms with boom throw a party in a catacomb

Now behold the king of the drum roll

808 take control

You're gonna

Dance yourself to death

Dance yourself to death

Now the scratch ain't sampled on tape

Wrecks the records like committing a rape

But bob now are going to get down

Rough and tough but with the rage of a hell hound

Now he's the man the king of the spin back

He cuts holes in the crowd as he contacts

Now he's a man so you cannot miss

He's power driven to cut with his fist

Now how'd you feel with the food that possesses you

My rhyme's a tool and I'm going to mould you

Now these bites stay together like stalactites

Rhymes so vicious I would win in a dog fight

Huh

You've got to be tough

Leave it stuck to the ceiling like a cream puff

Now I've educated so called rhyme rated

All the critics I've left I've frustrated

Above my style and the way to the top

They're all blowing steam cause I hit the jackpot

Now here's a line about the place I was raised in

Moss Side Ruskolme Whalley Range it's the same thing

It ain't a hole we're put back on the map

Dis my home town come out with your head cracked

So let rip with the rhythm like a pin ball

We get down as my home boys stand tall

Now I'm fuming pop top blow my lid

Lose my step

Come across with an ad lib

You're gonna

Dance yourself to death

Dance yourself to death