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All of them the same, they're lame, we what you look for
Crawling in my brain, cocaine has got me cooked off
My brain has you amazed, I'm writing till my books worn
Watch me break this gate, crack the safe in the wood floor
Definitely expecting the mic to be the death of me
Writing, leaving legacies, the history it's left to me
Now endlessly the melody is getting severed heavenly
This the sort of shit that have you jetting to your remedy
So jet, jetted off, you won't move 'cause you're soft
And my crew at the top, who are you? You're a flop
So keep on moving along and it's true 'cause the songs
That we're doing have a flame, they're not proving us wrong, nah
Light a flame up quick, I came to kick, the industry it makes me sick
You listening to crazy shit, admit that this is greatness, bitch
Now wait a minute, hit it with a style made to make 'em think
Blaze the shit and take it to a level, watch us make the mix
Dangerous, famous, life is what you make it
And I've turned life into something that's amazing
I'm living my dream, you sit and you scheme
Thinking how to fuck the movement, it's ridiculous, bleed
To death, yes, fuck a death threat, dead-set, not dead yet
I'm taking out the next threat, there's no threat so get slept on
Dead-set, they're dead wrong, decapitated, head gone
Dead, gone and rotten in the ashes of their dead songs
Seen enough and been around, your beef are gonna meet the ground
You're competing with some brothers positive and leaving proud
Why these other rappers whinging like they went and gave us hell?
Jealous 'cause you know we got it, just the cards that they were dealt
And I see through a poker face so go escape your bullshit
We've come and took it over mate, I know you hate the cool kids
Too fresh, too swag, crew rep, move back
I shack her till she troublesome like 2Pac
So move back with your new track and throw it out
We're all yes, yes, the youth they don't know about
And so you go around and stick your fuckin' nose around
And flow to promoters to shows but no one's going out
Cut grass, pour it up, cuff us, ignore the cunts
Quarter's got my mates doing stretches like they're warming up
So free 'em all and let my crew represent
Moving to get all the loot and respect till the death, you get?
This rap it gets me fuelled up, next set can kill stuff
Living for a thrill, I open minds just like a pill does
Heaps of beats that we destroy, this is the key to free the boys
History we're making, raps, they're fakers and just heaps of toys
Heaps of toys and they're thinking that the rap is real
They're so toy boy, put them in a Happy Meal
We're blood brothers and bud muddlers all day
You can't touch us, you dumb fuckers walk away
So what you think bro? Off tap like the sink broke
What they gonna do when they witnessing the king flow?
So what they thinking bro? These faggots lack a rhythmic flow
Rapping but we're packing 45's so fuckin' let 'em go
Trained to kill, eighty pills, popped in Mercedes still
Watch how the haters feel, not for the lame, it's real
Crazy gifted with a eighties blade inflicted
On your lady's face, your missus, we the AB wait, they get it
Wait, wait, they get it, UF, there ain't a substitute
The best, what you reckon? You got something that you'd love to do?
Spent a lot of time to get it, yeah man, it took quite a while
It doesn't happen overnight, go get your rhyming styles
Their rhymes style's more weak than the calendar
You garden rappers are just reeking of lavender
They wanna battle, I won't compete with an amateur
Defeat what you speak, have you fiending for stamina
Sydney street rap, South West where the street at?
You saying that you street but the streets hate your speak back
You need a street map to find where the street's at
We're where the street's at and beats make the streets clap
So talk your shit 'cause you rappers are broke
I punch lines like I'm swinging at a saddy of coke
Just know that packing a quote with maximum dope
Stab your hag in the back of your throat
Till you collapse in your toke, what?
We got the feeling and the feeling is good
We never change, that's the deal, we keep it real with the hood
Kerser, Rate, Nebs is base, you know it really is good
We got you laced off your face, we got you fiending, you're hooked
We got the feeling and the feeling is good
We never change, that's the deal, we keep it real with the hood
Kerser, Rate, Nebs is base, you know it really is good
We got you laced off your face, we got you fiending, you're hooked
You're hooked
Tell me that didn't start your day with a bang
Yeah, that sun's out, good morning
It's quarter past seven, you've already had like three spliffs
(There's no rest for the sickest)
It's one of them days
Kerser, Rate, Nebs, what up?