[Chester P]      I'm Like Solar Vers' Lunar, my life's just a big bang   my eyes sag like my pants I speak marvellous slang   and hold my lane like a tank, tilt my hat like Dirk Bogart   Crash Bandicoot your rap camps you know who I am   I hold the ring like Lloyd Hannigan   snatch mics like Hollyfield body-slam tracks with my odyssey   Doctor Hackenbush professor in micology   rock the cane like Chaplin, hear my name like John the Baptist's   I paint a picture like the Last Supper   pull the plug on the whole rig and get the front cover   covering the chapter call me Bill Sykes   I'm like the only storm in a life of still nights   my hieroglyphic dialect parallels James Bond footsteps   cyanide sound clash the best ever yet.      [Farma G]      I move alert with my work out combine style   expert makes the head hurt verse magic   all set my pen's dirty right down deep   and burst in to sweep up in front of me   steet Chris Walken falcon of the airwaves   token of the rhyme game sorcerer's apprentice shines   McBane spells well tell tales fell   off the rails with no bail out   I hail out the north shouting ??? to the onslaught   thoughts I talk get ready for blood sport   pressure point talk sharp primal scream screech in the dark   look out for danger when you're swimming with sharks   spark diction assassin crashing through the roof   clashing MCs for the truth   designing blue print topics Mister McBane temple of doom   for dead crews, you can't stop the Force from making moves      [Chester P]      I swing a bottle liek the lizard king move to a mic.   like a weed pipe aggie up the set like a troglodyte   treat it like a sacred rite read my thoughts like a sutra   a script for life, I write a tale like Tolkein   my pen cries oral tears fine poetry   rising on the brink of Shakespeare   great sage with the rebel force like Mickey Rawk   crash like a symbol coming to the fore   snatch the frame like Roger Moore   and par a suit like the saint did   when he made his first encore   I burn like the human torch serve rappers like Lurch   red alert in a T-shirt and shorts   call me Ebenezer I scrooge out and spit tight shit   and cross many rivers like Jimmy Cliff   My dialect parallels James Bond footsteps   cyanide sound clash the best ever yet.      [Farma G]      Waterfall rider flee flowing sagas   lyrical projectile shot wild, rap's archer   the seed of thought sews, grows styles no bother   hover mower range lower underground plough flower   sizzle airwaves on rainy days catastrophic rapids   classic sound boy clashing, soundscape vinyl entertainers   live stage smashers leave no remainder   sharp tooth mind frame rap styles deadly   two MC's spitting poisonous delivery   concussed percussion the beats draw patterns   Excalibur odour mic. fights happen   bad man soldier your underground angel   good deed bringer in a time of despair   scandal skyjack warfare space snatchers   attack track rap slap abrasive word actions.