[Verse 1: Nerve]
Check it, yuh yuh
Another due, 'nother work non-stop
Up in my room bumping tunes til the world nods off
Because my city sleeps but my grind doesn't
Try writing rhymes rugged in my mind's eye while I lie buggered
I'm recycling wax and not bars
So when I tell you that your rhyming is wack and not hard
It's 'cause you're failing to enlighten the track
In light of this fact, I'm seeing your reside
Is to reside in the back and slide in the cracks
'Cause when I'm trying to scratch
Don't ask me where the muthafuckin' microphone at
I'm likely to snap, slash side to side with an axе
And have you crying for your life while you'rе trying to rap, yuh
Nah check it, really i'm a pacifist
I'm just on some aggy shit every time I have to spit
Grab the wax, bust or scratch with a fractured wrist
And have these cats running laps like they practice sprints
[Verse 2: Butter D]
Can't afford shit so I be living in debt
I'm getting cheques but still ticking like a kid with tourettes
These blisters in my skin have risen to the biggest they'll get
So shit, prick it with the pin and let it drip on my legs
Sick in the head, respect where it's due
But never see me sucking up like any Elephant do
You feel the energy the second that I step in the room
And if you ain't with this shit you should be fuckin' getting a clue
It's a, indoor pool, you don't wanna run in this place
Something is amiss? Then I'll come bust to make your disc break
I know some cunts that haven't got a shit taste
Like shouts to everyone that's heard the fuckin' mixtape
Fresh dude, my shit's great, I've let down, my wind break
Your friends who have let you put tracks out are insane
Your wet tunes are misplaced, your rap sounds like shit mate
I'll send you, "I meant to put trash out on bin day"
Check it, yuh yuh
Another due, 'nother work non-stop
Up in my room bumping tunes til the world nods off
Because my city sleeps but my grind doesn't
Try writing rhymes rugged in my mind's eye while I lie buggered
I'm recycling wax and not bars
So when I tell you that your rhyming is wack and not hard
It's 'cause you're failing to enlighten the track
In light of this fact, I'm seeing your reside
Is to reside in the back and slide in the cracks
'Cause when I'm trying to scratch
Don't ask me where the muthafuckin' microphone at
I'm likely to snap, slash side to side with an axе
And have you crying for your life while you'rе trying to rap, yuh
Nah check it, really i'm a pacifist
I'm just on some aggy shit every time I have to spit
Grab the wax, bust or scratch with a fractured wrist
And have these cats running laps like they practice sprints
[Verse 2: Butter D]
Can't afford shit so I be living in debt
I'm getting cheques but still ticking like a kid with tourettes
These blisters in my skin have risen to the biggest they'll get
So shit, prick it with the pin and let it drip on my legs
Sick in the head, respect where it's due
But never see me sucking up like any Elephant do
You feel the energy the second that I step in the room
And if you ain't with this shit you should be fuckin' getting a clue
It's a, indoor pool, you don't wanna run in this place
Something is amiss? Then I'll come bust to make your disc break
I know some cunts that haven't got a shit taste
Like shouts to everyone that's heard the fuckin' mixtape
Fresh dude, my shit's great, I've let down, my wind break
Your friends who have let you put tracks out are insane
Your wet tunes are misplaced, your rap sounds like shit mate
I'll send you, "I meant to put trash out on bin day"
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