The South-West Kerser (Ft. Boobz, Jay UF & Rates)

[Intro: Kerser & Rates]
Yeah
This one kicks
Yeah, what up Nebs?
Hit ‘em with a classic
Jay Dee, Rates
Oi, what’s up Boobz?
Fuck all mate
South-West

[Verse 1: Rates]
How it started out was kind of hard, we had to craft it out
We walk toward this pub, what we’re after isn’t harder now
There’s no one rhymin’ better ‘cause the writin’s clever
When [?] we strive together, makin’ music, feel the vibe forever
Yes, true, we’re livin’ this, give the skill a lyricist
Spittin’ shit that’s infinitely driven by its viciousness
Vision this, a crew of brothers that’ll stand and say
That they’re listenin’ to what we’ve written and they care today
I hate to break it and the shit’ll change your [?] forever
So I’m makin’ music for my brothers when I’m changin’ and I
Never regret anything or ever replannin’ my life
Spend every dollar I’ve ever earned when inventin’ my rhymes
I’m here and not backin’ down, it’s clear that we’re gonna stay
I’m provin’ we’ve got the ability and Kerser’s on his way
Stand in a place, tear it to shreds in the blaze
The hair stands on the back of your neck, we’re airin’ the rage