[Intro] [Staccato harpsichord arpeggios over a pulsing techno kick] [Heavy side-chained synth swells] (One, two... pip pip!) [Verse 1] Step into the paddock with a swagger quite alarming Disarming the masses while I’m physically charming Adjusting the monocle, my vision is panoramic Causing a panic with a flow that’s inorganic I’ve got the glockenspiel ringing like a telephone Sitting on a throne made of chrome and a heavy tone My rhymes are meticulously articulated and refined While the tech house rhythm leaves the peasantry behind (Quite behind!) I’m sipping Pimms in a darkened industrial space With a look of sheer disdain upon my aristocratic face. [Pre-Chorus] [Build-up with rising snare rolls and distorted synth lines] The pressure is ascending like the price of real estate The bassline is a monster that I simply must emancipate Prepare for the impact, adjust your cravat We’re going for the jugular, imagine that! [Chorus] [Epic Drop] [Aggressive bass and melodic synth hook] It’s the Marquess of Mayhem, the Earl of the Rave Putting every lesser rapper in a shallow gravel grave With a harpsichord melody and a driving techno beat I’m the most sophisticated hooligan you’ll ever meet! (The most sophisticated!) (Drop it!) [Verse 2] I’m skipping the queue with a sovereign’s authority A high-born minority, a lyrical priority The tropical percussion is a whimsical addition To a coldwave tradition and a secret mission I’m dropping multisyllabic bombs on the dance floor While the bouncers are begging for a little bit more My portfolio is diverse, my delivery is sinister I rap with more venom than a cabinet minister (Hear, hear!) Ten out of ten for the technical execution I’m the only solution for this sonic pollution. [Bridge] [Breakdown: Only piano melody and glockenspiel] [Slowly introducing a gritty, distorted bassline] One, two, three, four... The revolution will be televised in high-definition Provided you’ve paid for the annual subscription (Pay up, lad!) [Fast-paced rap] I’m an enigma, a stigma, a paradigm shifter A high-society grifter and a heavy-weight lifter Of spirits and lyrics and vintage champagne I’m the master of pleasure and the doctor of pain! [Guitar Solo] [Shredding synth guitar over a relentless techno beat] [Chorus] [Epic Drop] [Aggressive bass and melodic synth hook] It’s the Marquess of Mayhem, the Earl of the Rave Putting every lesser rapper in a shallow gravel grave With a harpsichord melody and a driving techno beat I’m the most sophisticated hooligan you’ll ever meet! [Verse 3] [Deep synth bass only, whisper-rap] Now the sun is rising over the manicured lawn But the party continues until the break of dawn I’ve got experimental rhythms in my tailored pockets And enough kinetic energy to launch several rockets (To the moon!) We’re ending this session with a flourish of brass While I watch the sun rise through a crystal glass. [Outro] [Harpsichord fades out into a coldwave synth pad] [Final heavy kick drum] (Splendid.) [End]
