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VERSE 1:
CHESTER P
- I spray walls so we can battle for the writers' bench
- And fight against the odds like Daniel in the lion's den
- You bite my style - I'll cut your hands off and write with them
- Don't breathe down my neck or I'll stop ya flow with nitrogen
- You said I'm nice blood? you'll have to say I'm nice again
- My ways are set like cement, swinging like a thousand spidermen
- Hit so hard some rappers never write again, like a dried up pen
- So you just can't rely on them
- To step to me's to put your own legs in jeopardy
- You could walk a thousand miles and still not get next to me
- I'm so beyond it's only future that's ahead of me
- To battle me you'll need to travel to the next century
- I'm so high-up even mute people try to mention me
- My arts are sharp mentally, when I think you're meant to bleed
- I'm blackin' out cause I haven't got the strength to see
- My hate's blind so I'm running dangerously on lengths of beef
- I'm old skool like a real pair of hippy's flares
- When I go to bed I cuddle up with a grizzly bear
- I move so fast most people ask 'is he there? '
- I leave now and by tomorrow I travel 50 years
- So if I was you I'd be pretty scared
- Try'na buy a new set of pants cause I know you're in a shitty pair
- I spit bricks and build my own little city here
- While ya fallin' off like Paul Daniels' wiggy hair!
VERSE 2:
KYZA
- When I start rhymin' bare breddahs a start hidin
- My dark writing strikes many like charge lightnin'
- Sharp slicin' knives cut and then stick right in
- It's not a wise thing to start no arms fighting
- I might fling hundreds of blows and start wilin'
- Like right-wing Nazi marchers who start violence
- My mind thinks the same way that Einstein's did
- My IQ is higher than London car crime is
- I slide in inside of the thighs of a nice white slim
- Light skinned girl from behind and plot my tings
- I dive in, piping her slightly ripe tight minge
- I like when she tips on my c'cK! and starts ridin'
- I fry fins of these sharks who like biting
- Surprising them with more hundred and five types man
- Their eyes widenin with the frightened child likeness
- Some high-pitched siren screams when I'm sighted
- I buy drinks for some Friday night high-jinks
- And try link some yatties by givin' em sly winks [whistling]
- Kindness lines my golden heart shining
- A high cars mileage just to pass time with
- I cry gems, shit rubies and fart diamonds
- My style is rarer than priceless art findings
- I'm swiping iced rings and wetting up dry men
- With my pen, what my friend - Alright then
VERSE 3:
JEHST
- It's the return of the drifter; Billy the Kid
- Contents under pressure, I'm flippin' my lid
- So many rhymers are liars, I'm sick of their fibs
- They lack focuss, jokers that tickle my ribs
- Thinkin' they're hard-core, they're more brittle than twigs
- I'm projectile spitting while you dribble on bibs
- I'm diggin' for hits givin' the middle finger to pigs
- Bringin' that nasty stink that'll linger like cigs
- I sit in my crib glued to the telly
- No food in my belly, I'm losin' it tuned into Jerry
- But this is my final thought - right now it's time for war
- Better decide if you're fightin' for a righteous cause
- Like me an' my cyber force, we walk tall swing swords slay the minotaur
- I scrutinize rhymes 'til my eyes are sore
- We from the underground, raw like iron ore
- You'll get deafened by the lion's roar
- I'm stompin' on primitive life forms like a dinosaur
- Ridin' beside the four horsemen
- I got my eye on the pie and I'm out for a small portion
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