[Intro: Busta Rhyme, Purpose]
Yo, this joint right here is dedicated
To all the ma'fuckers who fell off, ha (Yeah)
And the ma'fuckers who’s about to fall off (P, uh)
[Verse 1: Purpose]
It's uh, Mr 'If The-If The City Had A'
Turn the bass up till the place jump and the window shatter
Miss me with the banter, my man, I been a factor
The benefactor with ink - your man's the missing chapter
Phizzle, this a banger, Illy let's get it crackin'
Twist the fabric of time with a rhyme, my style is systematic
I scribble something so ill you wish that you didn’t catch it
Twist a fat one and sprinkle this here with a little magic
When you and your friends rhyme, it's bedtime, I'm snorin'
Whether or not I headline, yes, I’m supporting
Flavour drip through the speaker when I’m recording
If charisma’s a disease, I could be dead by the morning (Woo)
My man, we are the entire fuck out here
Lights up, Ryan's up, fire up the sound gear
Been accused of the recklessness, but I don’t dispute the evidence
I just reload the clip and shoot the messenger
[Verse 2: J. Stark]
Hey, it's that bloke from the water’s edge
One stroke gets your daughter wet
You're gettin' served like you haven’t ordered yet
I score a rep by putting verses in the morgue
Till my services are more sought after than a whore’s
I’m getting plenty, buddy, how you getting yours?
I’m getting paid the pen and page, add a little more
We smack a stage till it needs to be restored
And I do this shit because I love it, not because I’m bored
Moved away from Beauy, but it’s pumping through my heart
Now I represent the Frankston line and going fucking hard
Aiming for the stars, been rolling from the start
Now I’m sharing tracks with motherfuckers holding golden plaques
Braithwaite Steeze, Wild animal mentality
And haters getting mad at rappers doubling their salary
They’re talking shit, I ain’t hearing what they telling me
The colour that they seeing's greener than a stick of celery
Celery
Yo, this joint right here is dedicated
To all the ma'fuckers who fell off, ha (Yeah)
And the ma'fuckers who’s about to fall off (P, uh)
[Verse 1: Purpose]
It's uh, Mr 'If The-If The City Had A'
Turn the bass up till the place jump and the window shatter
Miss me with the banter, my man, I been a factor
The benefactor with ink - your man's the missing chapter
Phizzle, this a banger, Illy let's get it crackin'
Twist the fabric of time with a rhyme, my style is systematic
I scribble something so ill you wish that you didn’t catch it
Twist a fat one and sprinkle this here with a little magic
When you and your friends rhyme, it's bedtime, I'm snorin'
Whether or not I headline, yes, I’m supporting
Flavour drip through the speaker when I’m recording
If charisma’s a disease, I could be dead by the morning (Woo)
My man, we are the entire fuck out here
Lights up, Ryan's up, fire up the sound gear
Been accused of the recklessness, but I don’t dispute the evidence
I just reload the clip and shoot the messenger
[Verse 2: J. Stark]
Hey, it's that bloke from the water’s edge
One stroke gets your daughter wet
You're gettin' served like you haven’t ordered yet
I score a rep by putting verses in the morgue
Till my services are more sought after than a whore’s
I’m getting plenty, buddy, how you getting yours?
I’m getting paid the pen and page, add a little more
We smack a stage till it needs to be restored
And I do this shit because I love it, not because I’m bored
Moved away from Beauy, but it’s pumping through my heart
Now I represent the Frankston line and going fucking hard
Aiming for the stars, been rolling from the start
Now I’m sharing tracks with motherfuckers holding golden plaques
Braithwaite Steeze, Wild animal mentality
And haters getting mad at rappers doubling their salary
They’re talking shit, I ain’t hearing what they telling me
The colour that they seeing's greener than a stick of celery
Celery
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