[Produced by DJ Debris]
[Verse 1: Hyjak]
If someone you know sits in the room talking to the wall all day
Don’t be afraid, it probably means they went out and bought my tape
'Cause all it takes are these freshly chopped herbals
And I could rhyme in a language that translates crop circles
Controversial 'cause I contest commercial rappers
Jak is throwing bottles while they’re rolling in their convertibles
Don’t take it personal; I was born to burn you all
With words so berserk I’m forced to stay disguised like Serpico
The crime watcher, that’s right I watch crimes and laugh
And take my half of the profits after watching for cop cars
I can’t cooperate, only operate
Chase promoters for dough they owe us and take what’s in their bank
[Scratches: DJ Bonez]
"People—people wanna see me get busy, 'cause I'm
Very, very dope and I’m freaking the funky [?]"
"People—people wanna see me get busy, 'cause I'm
Very, very dope and I’m freaking the funky [?]"
[Verse 2: Pressure]
I’m down for the cause like suicide bombers
I made a life promise, pushing underground through city night commerce
It suddenly spread through these southernly treads
I got a beautiful mind it’s just stuck in an ugly head
I’m stunning with skill while some are run of the mill
We coming real, I’m from Adelaide, one in a mill
This underground’s broke by any means, we ain’t getting cream
Sweat the scene, I’ll burn you never-beens like Oxyacetylene
The larger a fools ego the harder they fall
So I drink till I can hardly recall the party at all
I’ve had enough; while they’re acting tough I’m acting up
I don’t put emcee’s under pressure, I ain’t into all that faggot stuff
This rhyme addiction’s so bad; I’m a go mad
And stick up emcee’s for their thoughts and add ‘em to my vocab
If life’s a bitch then death’s a slut
'Cause death comes for everyone, and when it’s your turn you’re fucked
[Verse 1: Hyjak]
If someone you know sits in the room talking to the wall all day
Don’t be afraid, it probably means they went out and bought my tape
'Cause all it takes are these freshly chopped herbals
And I could rhyme in a language that translates crop circles
Controversial 'cause I contest commercial rappers
Jak is throwing bottles while they’re rolling in their convertibles
Don’t take it personal; I was born to burn you all
With words so berserk I’m forced to stay disguised like Serpico
The crime watcher, that’s right I watch crimes and laugh
And take my half of the profits after watching for cop cars
I can’t cooperate, only operate
Chase promoters for dough they owe us and take what’s in their bank
[Scratches: DJ Bonez]
"People—people wanna see me get busy, 'cause I'm
Very, very dope and I’m freaking the funky [?]"
"People—people wanna see me get busy, 'cause I'm
Very, very dope and I’m freaking the funky [?]"
[Verse 2: Pressure]
I’m down for the cause like suicide bombers
I made a life promise, pushing underground through city night commerce
It suddenly spread through these southernly treads
I got a beautiful mind it’s just stuck in an ugly head
I’m stunning with skill while some are run of the mill
We coming real, I’m from Adelaide, one in a mill
This underground’s broke by any means, we ain’t getting cream
Sweat the scene, I’ll burn you never-beens like Oxyacetylene
The larger a fools ego the harder they fall
So I drink till I can hardly recall the party at all
I’ve had enough; while they’re acting tough I’m acting up
I don’t put emcee’s under pressure, I ain’t into all that faggot stuff
This rhyme addiction’s so bad; I’m a go mad
And stick up emcee’s for their thoughts and add ‘em to my vocab
If life’s a bitch then death’s a slut
'Cause death comes for everyone, and when it’s your turn you’re fucked
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