I'm, I’m running out of circles and now I am out of time

There's a big conspiracy coming out for me and

(Oh, this is going to be it)

There's a big conspiracy coming after me

And I can’t tell what they're going to say

But I know it won't be very nice
 (Mic check, mic check, mic check)

"Who wants to be a millionaire
?" I said

"Who wants to be a millionaire?"

Not me, who cares

I don't know what you say

You question me

I don't know what you say anyway

So I'm coming out with supersonic moves

Coming up with supersonic grooves on the microphone

Coming out with monophonic polyphonic beats on the fly

Watch me move

Watch me treat you with groovy audio straight to your ear

Can you feel it clear?

I can feel it loud and I'm getting down

I'm running out of circles and now I am out of time

I, oh I

Nothing in my hand but my pen

Nothing in his but his phone

Need a little something to rely on

Need a little place to call home

Expert, genius, cut themselves in two

Dr. Marvelo coming after you

Corkie on his rear and everything is clear and

done

Bitch, it's only just begun

Lyrical blades from the tongue

Take another hit

I wish it didn't take this long

To fly my brain into ordinary places

10 years from now, living on a yacht

Dr. Marvelo will have just forgot

How it feels to be free, how it feels to be cool

How it feels to be

, how it feels to be me

Dr. Marvelo, the rhyming combo

Come to throw elbow, ice flow, make dough

and go

Hit blunt, light glow

Hit no plateau, ya know

Got a book on taekwondo

Yo, we kick your dad in slow-mo

This a no-go show with all you emo

Albino

Marilyn Monroe

Flamenco

Ya know,

I'm just a stones throw from low annual

income

Should go back to school this academic term

Whatever may come, may come

I just sit and overcome

Bitch, it's only just begun

Bitch, it's only just begun

Bitch, it's only just begun

Bitch, it's only just begun

Bitch, it's only just begun

Fuckin' Beetlejuice

I like the spoken word

That's a wrap, did you get it?

So sure, so quick off the mark

But tables are turning, they're telling of burning

The buildings are fallen around

All knocked down, so

Sordid with the information oh

A massacre that I forgot

Or maybe I never learnt so

You could try

But there'd always be

That arrow stuck in your thigh oh

You can pull it out, try to stand it

But trust me you'd never manage

Just leave it there

By the stairs on the naughty step

Everywhere I look, I see the patterns form in front of me

I can't help noticing it might be for something more than this

Forgive me, I've spoke to much

I don't wanna preach

I don't wanna touch your ego

Just can't hold it back

You could try

But there'd always be

That arrow stuck in your thigh oh

From far away, you could say

It was worth it on a good day

On a bad one, say it's for fun

Say you don't know why

From far away, you could say

It was worth it on a good day

On a bad one, say it's for fun

Say you don't know why

Oh, you're just holding out

For a saviour

Why don't you make

Yourself the creator now?