A form of "artistic expression" performed
like a circus of chaos, from jumped-up wankspanners who feel that their microphone is their life, which is slowly being crushed, and they want to share that pain with you. The wannabe
hardcore MC. Not the established, quality MCs of choice and legend, who know how to let music breathe.
No... these fuckonaughts want to tell you stories in the form of FIREBARZ over the
top of the music, making the already dynamically fucked music (redlines are ace, ok?!?) even more obsolete. They insist on having more bars than the actual tune itself. One MC in Bognor is apparently still going since last Saturday night. No longer do they care about keeping it
short and sweet. If they got a blowy from a bit of a slapper round the back of the supermarket, you'll hear about it over the
top of a
Flip n Fill tune during a vocal breakdown.
Their fans apparently constantly come up to them and ask, "why aren't you king of the fucking
world?" or so they say. There are as of yet no apparent witnesses to this phenomena...
