Vexed

Lyrics

[Testo di "Vexed" ft. Elise, DJ Double S] [Intro:] And we gonna rock a little something like this... And we gonna rock a little something like this... One, two Watcha gonna do? One, two Watcha gonna do? [Strofa 1: Sean] Here come the funkmaster [?] lyrical dysaster [?] kind of nigga While whack MCs will be watching the wild child With the smooth style become bigger and bigger I've been [?] from east to west, non stop no stress So it's above the rest, yes Like in a game of chess, now guess who's the best Yo, no competition, no you can't contest I'm sick of niggas talking about shit they've never been exposed to Fake trigger squeezers get the fuck out of your cock licking Lyrical skills, complex, sound effects for your brain Now your trouble flows down the drain [?] - positive, me and a sucker - negative [?] vaseline, [?] a disease [?] amuser Ass-sellers come back [?] breack a neck Complaining about problems you've never ever had My mind accelerates from 1 to a 100 kilometers in a sec It's time for niggas to start braking Coming on my way, I'm the black bastard Southafrican nigga, brain blaster, [?] One busted the weed [?] [?] faster, yes, the black bastard, no clash competes when I rock the [?] I proceed, I'm speedy, can't see me 'cause you're blind, indeed, nigga Go get the [?] [Ritornello: Elise] [?] Shadows singing over me [?] But it's messing up my mind Looks like there is a road That still I cannot see So I try not to stumble And survive in the jungle [Strofa 2: Sean] Too many punk-ass niggas wanna be rapping But when it comes to rapping all I hear is [?] [?] preventing styles from getting bitten Rap ruse and the [?] and the walls should be [?] In that case I'd be a cop incarcerating flow stealers and imitators [?] Will be back with butter sucking each others' dicks in prison While rap believers will be preaching hip-hop religion Nah, you may say I'm a dreamer but remember If my dream could ever come true you won't be dreaming When you see me pouring Champagne I will be a nightmare, [?] leprosy South-African disease from the CPC Now who's got the recipe for one of the enemies talking nonsense 24 hours rappers [?] techniques of self defense "They're badder than the devil", you know the devil? You don't know So use your common sense and go and don't you ever come back no more I [spent?] all the anger built inside in South Africa 6 months I've survived with suicide on my mind Just too blind, too blind to see the devil right behind me all the time On the [borderlines?], like a jungle [?] I've never lost my pride, I'm still alive [?] [?] motherfucker can't survive Now you act too strong, black [?], singing the wrong song Black is [back?], go back to your roots, Africa, Word Is Born [Ritornello x2: Elise] [?] Shadows singing over me [?] But it's messing up my mind Looks like there is a road That still I cannot see So I try not to stumble And survive in the jungle