It's Traumatik
Wake Up EP
2012
Grime

Come On!

I write lyrics so neat and organized
Traumatik, I leave them traumatized
I cause damage, and leave them mortified
Then I'll vanish, like when mortar dries
Don't piss me off, I'll slaughter guys
Most times and leave em sorta nice
Fuck booze and coke, there's more to life
Disperse evil, using an Organite
Magic, stand down, watch it's Trauma time
MC's don't cross my border line
You're not grimy fam, I'm more sublime
I'm big, you're small like a porcupine
Piss me off and it's torture time
Fuck it, everyone's born to die
When I cause a fight, with a sword or knife
I just leave MC's, in the morgue tonight

My lyrics so cold, my tongues got frostbite
The way we're living is not nice
You might strangled, or man handled
Or you might get shanked or shot twice

My lyrics so cold, my tongues got frostbite
The way we're living is not nice
You might strangled, or man handled
Or you might get shanked or shot twice

This world works in spiteful ways
People die when the rifle sprays
The bible says in the final days
There's earthquakes and big tidal waves
But don't worry, your soul is immortal
I get deep like I'm holding a snorkel
Religion is awful, nobodies thoughtful
Your pineal gland, is a hole in a portal
I should have been a Quantum Physicist
Instead, I'm a Conscious Lyricist
When I close my eyes and go to sleep
I see monstrous images
And I see mythical creatures
Shape-shifting their physical features
I show no spiritual weakness
Freedom of speech, it's typical deepness

My lyrics so cold, my tongues got frostbite
The way we're living is not nice
You might strangled, or man handled
Or you might get shanked or shot twice

My lyrics so cold, my tongues got frostbite
The way we're living is not nice
You might strangled, or man handled
Or you might get shanked or shot twice

Smoke K2 Cheese, and Lemons forever
I'm deep like Terence McKenna (wake up)
I wanna take psilocybin mushrooms
I'll never touch heroine, ever (never)
Please don't piss me off
Cause when I see red, I'm beheading a bredda (brudda)
You're wrecking the clever, stick weapon-to-sweater
Can't catch me, cause you've never been better
And I might kill him to death
I call my violent lyrics, tourettes
I don't wanna be vicious or evil
I wanna be peaceful, and live in Thabet
I've got a sick intellect
I think fast, like a quick internet
It's a fucked up world I was born in
Please don't give in to debt

My lyrics so cold, my tongues got frostbite
The way we're living is not nice
You might strangled, or man handled
Or you might get shanked and shot twice

My lyrics so cold, my tongues got frostbite
The way we're living is not nice
You might strangled, or man handled
Or you might get shanked or shot twice

I'm spirtual, not religious
I get lyrical, cause I'm ambitious
I get paranoid, and suspicious
Cause my cannabis tastes so delicious
When I've got no grade, I feel vicious
I turn evil, angry, malicious
Cause when my supply runs dry
I'll open up head tops, using scissors
I'm causing floods and hurricanes
Tornadoes, tsunamis, and blizzards
I'll use alchemy just like wizards
And shape shifting reptilian lizards
Our government, wanna kill us
They wanna drag us down, and then kick us
Won't trip up, I don't slip up
Please don't piss me off like hiccups

My lyrics so cold, my tongues got frostbite
The way we're living is not nice
You might strangled, or man handled
Or you might get shanked and or twice

My lyrics so cold, my tongues got frostbite
The way we're living is not nice
You might strangled, or man handled
Or you might get shanked and or twice