
What You In It For? Pegz (Ft. Illy, Jimmy Nice & MC Mantra)
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[Chorus: Pegz, Mantra, Illy & Jimmy Nice]
What you in it for? The sexual intercourse?
The jets? The fame? Success from the big awards?
We in it for the love, man, we in it for the ride
We in it for the love, man
What you in it for? Respect from the inner-core?
Connect with the world expressin' our hidden thoughts
We in it for the love, man, we in it for the ride
We in it for the love, man
[Verse 1: Pegz]
Yeah, yeah
Droppin' heaters on my hip-hop bottom feeders
From Yarrawonga to Rarotonga in Polynesia
My brother's keeper, the provocative speaker
Fuck the police, I duck and weave like an underachiever
(Obese Crew!) Follow the leader, spittin' quality
Critics watchin' like Swiss chronology (Come on!)
Bitches plottin' like British colonies
In a world, every second child's livin' in poverty (Yep)
I try thinkin' positive and livin' properly
But raw shit runs through my veins like criminology
When Obese drops diggers coppin' lobotomies
Sisters lockin' their doors and finger poppin' erotically
Who want it hardcore? Takin' a batterin'
Cranial cavity's crushed by the weight of my gravity
Capital P, parody navigatin' with clarity
Collaborate on a track, marinatin' the narrative
What you in it for? The sexual intercourse?
The jets? The fame? Success from the big awards?
We in it for the love, man, we in it for the ride
We in it for the love, man
What you in it for? Respect from the inner-core?
Connect with the world expressin' our hidden thoughts
We in it for the love, man, we in it for the ride
We in it for the love, man
[Verse 1: Pegz]
Yeah, yeah
Droppin' heaters on my hip-hop bottom feeders
From Yarrawonga to Rarotonga in Polynesia
My brother's keeper, the provocative speaker
Fuck the police, I duck and weave like an underachiever
(Obese Crew!) Follow the leader, spittin' quality
Critics watchin' like Swiss chronology (Come on!)
Bitches plottin' like British colonies
In a world, every second child's livin' in poverty (Yep)
I try thinkin' positive and livin' properly
But raw shit runs through my veins like criminology
When Obese drops diggers coppin' lobotomies
Sisters lockin' their doors and finger poppin' erotically
Who want it hardcore? Takin' a batterin'
Cranial cavity's crushed by the weight of my gravity
Capital P, parody navigatin' with clarity
Collaborate on a track, marinatin' the narrative
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