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...
