[Drapht] Pushing your luck (whoa!) treading on thin ice Don't know how to play the game, then why roll the dice? My battle tactics I kept locked in a chest The right time to strike is your one wrong step Classed a pest by the eye of society Sun goes down, appears Drapht almighty Sight me, unlikely, a shadow in the night Leave a trail of fat cap chrome that shines in the night Aggressive appetite for destruction Bombing or busting, won't be brought down by your suction Number one function, I illuminate the moment Uncontrollable damage unleashed on opponents Like anacondas, wrapping/rapping tight and deadly Stunned, left breathless by more class than Bentleys This deranged frenzy feeds off a soul Rocking more heads than medieval catapults Necks jolt, led by S-B-X cult The rest bolt from text that burns quicker than volts Your fault, for even thinking you can step Not saying we're the best but don't call us nothing less
[Hunter] I live my life on credit, spend my cash before I get it It's true because I said it, in the paper I had read it Now it's all lies, open your mind's eyes See the disguise of people living their lives through possessions And I, found wealth and it's written on this track I take what I want from Hip Hop and give it right back A true player and I'm always on the Hunt And that's the reason why I wrote the song 'I'm a Cunt' I'm out the front taking pictures of pretty girls I'd like to travel the world and see the banners unfurled Of Hip Hop, and its cultural diversity I stay to the walls of beats like textbooks to universities A professor, an obsessor, don't accept nothing less From the West, but the best of Syllabolix unrest The quest, the text is through with making fans I just want the shit out there before the world ends
[Hook] {X2} [Dr] The front line, where battles are first met [Hu] Explosive text dropped on swirling heads [Da] S-B-X, the platoon from the West [La] Skills progress as we demolish the best
[Dazastah] The notes and keys of this mad melody Unlock the secrets of Dazastah's wizardry Spawned from a single idea The S-B-X germs spread a disease called fear Starting out maggot, we feed off this shit Buzzing protgs fly under my wings Syllabolix drop like paratroopers All armed with a mouth like bazookas Heavy artillery, don't take us lightly The soles of our shoes are landmines see? Cunts, join us or perish On this Aus' Hip Hop voyage the journey is endless Walk through hell and swim through lava The nights get cold and the days get darker Extreme conditions, built to last My problem is you won't hear me have the final laugh
[Layla] I Hunt for Dazastahs and perfect my Draphts I force tasks on myself and stay true to the art We sharp lines like darts, I hit red every time And got threads through my eyes so I joined the front line A fanatic warhead eager to campaign And what I'm believing in today is your fall of fame To be frank, you were just singing in the rain In gutter as you shatter as I soak up the hand shapes A hurricane, I sweep cunts off their feet Not with fuss but with a gust as powerful as this beat You got no choice but to remember me With a giant rejection, Jack can go FUCK his beans I stalk instrumentals like tomcats on heat Then pull my thoughts in like open doors on submarines You come to see the techniques of the West A performance barrier that keeps the crowds pressed
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Copy to Clipboard: [Drapht] Pushing your luck (whoa!) treading on thin ice Don't know how to play the game, then why roll the dice? My battle tactics I kept locked in a chest The right time to strike is your one wrong step Classed a pest by the eye of society Sun goes down, appears Drapht almighty Sight me, unlikely, a shadow in the night Leave a trail of fat cap chrome that shines in the night Aggressive appetite for destruction Bombing or busting, won't be brought down by your suction Number one function, I illuminate the moment Uncontrollable damage unleashed on opponents Like anacondas, wrapping/rapping tight and deadly Stunned, left breathless by more class than Bentleys This deranged frenzy feeds off a soul Rocking more heads than medieval catapults Necks jolt, led by S-B-X cult The rest bolt from text that burns quicker than volts Your fault, for even thinking you can step Not saying we're the best but don't call us nothing less
[Hunter] I live my life on credit, spend my cash before I get it It's true because I said it, in the paper I had read it Now it's all lies, open your mind's eyes See the disguise of people living their lives through possessions And I, found wealth and it's written on this track I take what I want from Hip Hop and give it right back A true player and I'm always on the Hunt And that's the reason why I wrote the song 'I'm a Cunt' I'm out the front taking pictures of pretty girls I'd like to travel the world and see the banners unfurled Of Hip Hop, and its cultural diversity I stay to the walls of beats like textbooks to universities A professor, an obsessor, don't accept nothing less From the West, but the best of Syllabolix unrest The quest, the text is through with making fans I just want the shit out there before the world ends
[Hook] {X2} [Dr] The front line, where battles are first met [Hu] Explosive text dropped on swirling heads [Da] S-B-X, the platoon from the West [La] Skills progress as we demolish the best
[Dazastah] The notes and keys of this mad melody Unlock the secrets of Dazastah's wizardry Spawned from a single idea The S-B-X germs spread a disease called fear Starting out maggot, we feed off this shit Buzzing protgs fly under my wings Syllabolix drop like paratroopers All armed with a mouth like bazookas Heavy artillery, don't take us lightly The soles of our shoes are landmines see? Cunts, join us or perish On this Aus' Hip Hop voyage the journey is endless Walk through hell and swim through lava The nights get cold and the days get darker Extreme conditions, built to last My problem is you won't hear me have the final laugh
[Layla] I Hunt for Dazastahs and perfect my Draphts I force tasks on myself and stay true to the art We sharp lines like darts, I hit red every time And got threads through my eyes so I joined the front line A fanatic warhead eager to campaign And what I'm believing in today is your fall of fame To be frank, you were just singing in the rain In gutter as you shatter as I soak up the hand shapes A hurricane, I sweep cunts off their feet Not with fuss but with a gust as powerful as this beat You got no choice but to remember me With a giant rejection, Jack can go FUCK his beans I stalk instrumentals like tomcats on heat Then pull my thoughts in like open doors on submarines You come to see the techniques of the West A performance barrier that keeps the crowds pressed
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