Res & DatKid from Split Prophets team up to produce a nice ditty, with an infectious beat. They use great imagery to make comparisons, and this one is as catchy as ever.
VERSE 1:
RES
- Alright, let’s get it started then
- I’m a marker to your parker pen
- A big stinky tenth to your half a ten
- A breeze to your market tent
- A yard to your park and bench
- Big bars to your garden fence
- I’m a spark, you’re drenched
VERSE 2:
DATKID
- Let’s get it straight
- I’m a Bentley to your rusty Ford
- You’re nothing more than a flick knife to my mucky sword
- It’s like a little garden gate up to some double doors
- Or a dumb drunken scuffle when there’s a fucking war
VERSE 3:
RES
- We’re like K2 and Everest to C-cup bras
- Beirut to Devonshire, a key to a bar
- When you’re weak with your speech
- I spit teeth from the start
- You’re a little bitch fish
- In deep with the sharks
VERSE 4:
DATKID
- We’re sunrays in the dark
- A big field of dreams
- You’re a blade of the grass
- Trying to aim at the stars
- But you couldn’t find the way if I made you a path
- I’m a flame to your sparks
- You’re a vein, I’m a heart
CHORUS
RES & DATKID- It’s just comparisons not battling or arrogance
- But you ain’t challengers, you’re amateurs
- We’re deep in the streets dodging PCs and cameras
- We eat beats; you need heat to battle us
- I speed speech these weak feeble characters
- X2
CHORUS
DATKID- So who the fuck you starting with?
- I’m Mr Miyagi to you karate kids
- A thousand million miles to this half an inch
- Dark eclipse over your little village
- Steamrolling your clique in half a minute
- You’re barely beginning after we’ve hit the finish
- RES
- We’re like C4; you’re like a bag of matches on the sea floor
- Dropping heavy rhymes to leave you flying from the seesaw
- And not because we eat more
- My rhymes stay fresh and healthy
- You’re like a baghead trying to rap about getting wealthy
- DATKID
- We’re like paedophiles on steroids to you 3 year olds
- You’re a sleazy old silver ring; I’m a key of gold
- I stay fresher while you go green and mould
- You’ll get beat to pulp
- Watch a tiger fight a kitty cat and eat it whole
- You’re like the pavement to my dutty kicks
- A razor to a bucky
- I’m Chuckie to all you hating kids
- Your statements ain’t the same as this
- We’re made for it
- While you waste your days away trying to make a take of it
- My cadence makes a ? switch
CHORUS
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