Name Droppin’

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bias B] A lot of shit that I hear, I wanna cover my ears Like Tornts, already told the scene you're all really weird And mad suss, I take off my kicks like Brad Strut Up in that Stealth Mag and use my new Air Max as earmuffs You think it's your year? Fuck, you better think again my friends Don't know who keeps it movin' dude, better get in bed again And then let it settle it, I'm like Koolism pedallin' In their film clip, headin' towards the ARIAs To diss suckers who talk like Americans I'm sorry, did I mention Aussie accents again? Weapon X & Kеn, I keep it real next to them And maybе next year we can give New Zealand hip-hop a spin And they might even let me in if I flow like this But I think any chance of that has gone to shit And honestly kid, I'm not even bothered And you're just sittin' there sad, lookin' like Muphin on his album cover [Chorus: Bigfoot & Ciecmate] We're here to let you know the state of the game's shockin' Bias B's on the mic and he's name droppin' Shut your face if you can't get the place rockin' 'Cause Bias B's on the mic (Bias B) Forget the open mics, better stay off 'em You'll get slayed on stage with your mates watchin' You need to give up and quit, that's the safe option 'Cause Bias B's on the mic [Verse 2: Bias B] My shit be rollin' like Pegz on his motorbike And you be chokin' like blame it on the open mic Your style is overnight like Battle of Supremacy Might start my own and call it Battle of Pathetic MCs You're underground, hope you're so underneath That you suffer from the pressure and get hit by debris Then I'll be happier than Peril with a pair of ladies Sayin' "yeah baby" or when I'm gettin' blazed with Len and Lazy I remember eighty-seven, eight, nine I told you so many times, back in the day When Prowla rode on the lines but now the money is walkin' What you doin' at the bank? Nuff Said, stop talkin' Go to war with Art Of War for fun Tell 'em I'll be there at four, knock on the door and run And they'll be walkin' in some shit that my kidney shifted When they walk out front, thinking the Funkoars had come [Chorus: Bigfoot & Ciecmate] We're here to let you know the state of the game's shockin' Bias B's on the mic and he's name droppin' Shut your face if you can't get the place rockin' 'Cause Bias B's on the mic (Bias B) Forget the open mics, better stay off 'em You'll get slayed on stage with your mates watchin' You need to give up and quit, that's the safe option 'Cause Bias B's on the mic [Verse 3: Bias B] Forget about the accents, Matty B said enough Mass ain't comin' to my barby 'cause he eats too much And the fuss about sluts is they love to fuck And make me bust a nut, so Layla better shut up And Klepto, we must have built the scene with Lego There's so much plastic rap, but no, it's not beef, we know you're vego Or vegan, when it's time to get the crowd screamin' I'll hijack the stage, torture the sound man then I'm leavin' I'm not hangin' around to hear these nerdy crews rhyme I'd rather be with Dedlee rackin' 32 lines It seems the scene's only gettin' worse with time I guess Clandestien realised they couldn't turn the tides Must have been blind like Town Drunxxx rockin' live Wanna talk about releases? Now, I've got five The best kept secret couldn't be Downsyde When Delta wrote "For the Kings", he had me on his mind [Chorus: Bigfoot & Ciecmate] We're here to let you know the state of the game's shockin' Bias B's on the mic and he's name droppin' Shut your face if you can't get the place rockin' 'Cause Bias B's on the mic (Bias B) Forget the open mics, better stay off 'em You'll get slayed on stage with your mates watchin' You need to give up and quit, that's the safe option 'Cause Bias B's on the mic [Verse 4: Bias B] I see these kids at the show and they're right off their guts They've got a problem with Balans 'cause they've been drinkin' too much How'd they sneak in the club? Get away from me, get lost Go get, call your mum, your balls haven't even dropped yet Probably gettin' taught by Reason on the weekend Teachin' about the trees, the birds and the bees in the breeze And breedin', after this verse, I'm leavin' And disappearin' like Case in the evening for a family meeting Personally speakin', I'm lovin' all the politics And speakin' a lot of shit, people be like "what a bitch" Go on, have a fuckin' whinge, like he's goin' on again Talkin' where he's from and when he hung out with Chop and Trem All right, enough names dropped And respect to the Nubreed like that crew that Jase got I'm takin' big footsteps in this game, tryna make lots And now I've got you in checkmate and your game's lost [Chorus: Bigfoot & Ciecmate] We're here to let you know the state of the game's shockin' Bias B's on the mic and he's name droppin' Shut your face if you can't get the place rockin' 'Cause Bias B's on the mic (Bias B) Forget the open mics, better stay off 'em You'll get slayed on stage with your mates watchin' You need to give up and quit, that's the safe option 'Cause Bias B's on the mic