Yeah, yeah, I live in the sticks, one of the Shaftesbury kidsSpitting with Guinness stained lips while I'm picking at the twigsWanting to slip in your mix or fit on your discRappers are slipping, they miss, finish them like a skitQuick!You couldn't grip this unfamiliar figure in the mistLaying the fakes in a ditch, I'm making them pay like switchI'll have them shaking in fits when I staple the lame's head to the side of his hipAnd I'm not sick, but I will deform the normThoughts are causing a yawn, so I perform with four souls drawnTo defend all of the corners of my thoughtThank God for my 9 to 5, it keeps my rap pure in darknessI melt medallions and break champagne glassesSome could then see exactly where the real art isI make the heartless artist choke and clark itTheir last ever movements, after take the mic and pass itDiscover, discover, discover, discover, disc, disc, discoverAll tune in to the Discovery ChannelIt's a little bit better, it's the world we unravelI make sounds with a down and out crowdAnd we're bound to be astounded if we land in your surroundingsFly on a Pegasus, fist at my nemesisCanvas is covered with words from outlandish languagesTake cover, all prepared to wear bandagesI hammer the South Mavericks, damaged at stand averageThere's people clapping for rappers who are not magicBuying their *** records and glad for that bad habitI'm on the attack, *** and drag them to a chamber full of dangerSeal the doors tight, releasing gas like an anusTime to decide who your favourite isWithout the flipping restriction of picking from one playlistFlames to your fame, so class me as an arsonistI'll burn every single one of your dats around the officesCorking up your orifice and leave you suffocatingA hate for low pars with a 5 star ratingDiscover, discover, discover, discover, discover, disc, disc, discoverAll tune in to the Discovery ChannelIt's a little bit better, it's the world we unravelI'm appearing with a mass swarm of locusts behind meTo feed upon your armies while I torch all your fortressesTread cautious, the place you walk's haunted by the morbid horsemenWhose talk is raw sorceryStalk you all, start a war against boredomI'm getting a bigger kick out of these spikes than their daughterYour poor cause is flawed and not importantSnapping your brittle middles, I'm cracking your awful chorusesSnoring astronauts, sleeping on unique alien lifeformsCan nobody see, we're keeping the planets warmNotice please, I communicate forcefullyThe media magnifies the mediocre and it's a mockeryI wish the cocky lot would do their jobs properlyAnd stop the gobs from chucking out the quotes that make them sloppyI drop topics and hope for the full recoveryPeople plugging themselves into the channel of discoveryDiscover, discover, discover, discover, discover, discover, discover, discoverAll tune in to the Discovery ChannelIt's a little bit better, it's the world we unravelDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscoverDiscover