Lyrics

STEEL HANDLE

v.1 (Plovo)
Gun smoke gray word spray could deserve a day in court
Pork barrel apparel and short on the support
Torque the engine and point the compass north
It's forth and fifty, quickly compensate the thrifty
And please get these costume characters out of their captain America suits
Look I'm daring you to
As a matter of fact, I'm preparing you to


(and we still operate under the scheme that people are people...)

v.2 (M-flow)
STEEL HANDLE CONNECT WITH THE MICROPHONE
STEEL HANDLE TRY TO LEAVE THIS LIFE ALONE
I STILL HANDLE MYSELF SHARP BLADE OF LIFE
ITCHY FINGER ON THE BUTTON MAN I'M WALKIN' LIGHT


Emerge from an aqua source to liquefy
The distorted metal force field to fortify
STEEL HANDLE CAN I HIT THIS TARGET HIGH
Put a slice the sun, just to emphasize


Why use sleeping as alibi
In the courtroom felony...you tell a lie
Locked-up-sleep-it-off man your dead and gone
Caged in, mumbling it's ya' favorite song.


v.3 (Plovo, Madcow, M-flow)
Round and round we go, pick a spot and peep the show
In the bowels of every planet there's and addict going broke


No joke, I had to make a break for the sun
Go at it with The Thousands and attack on the one


Dumb, dumb the strategy, had to be stabbing these guts
When I battle these nuts fighting gravity


Who's that? Madcow grazing on drums
Steel handle, trading puns for guns


v.4 (Madcow)
The handle of steel, U.S. banana peel
Bush to Jesus, Heathcliff to Garfield
Expecting some thousands but I'm giving you a buck
To free the mangina is to grab and to tuck
Cause we're stress infesters in a room a wiretaps
Got one exotic dancer and a million lonely laps
Al Queda is after the golden girls, no doubt
Come to save the day, while I rub one out


v.5 (Plovo)
This is where the rubber meets the road
So complex protects me from foes
Can't turn back there's nowhere to go
Hand contact, react with the blows
So go way beyond, bygones be bygones
Krylon paint straight lines they can sign
Pile on weight they can't keep their mind on
Now it's straight, they can't be relied on


(and in an unexpected twist,
those most full of shit
are flushed down
with the swift tug
of the steel handle)
v.6 (M-flow)
Verse 2
STEEL HANDLE stuck to corroded lead
Maneuver autopilot while my head is dead
Steel handleÖclick it in complete
Headed downhill like A-peek-a-boo Street

STEEL HANDLE I like my so co neat
With a drop of water, or ice cube complete
I still handle my whisky like neophyte
Wasted, givin-it-the ëol college try


Baby, maybe 69 tonight?
Technique steady dripping from the inner thigh.
She can handle slamming in my fist of steel
Five Fingers...I think we got a ringer