Demolition Derby

Lyrics

[Intro: Movie dialogue] "You wanna be a goodie or a baddie? You wanna run with us or against us? You know.. what do you want? You wanna be a shithead all your life? Then play A-grade" [Verse 1: Rob Nat] You think [?] played out? You don't shit about rap! This is a record from Brad's, the Demo' Derby with [?] We're never payin' the tabs to the bar or the boogie But payin' that in crabs 'til they scuttle off sooky From what I understand, your whole crew of staunch fans Sent the mail by the van just like a [?] stand On stage, I'm grabbin' my glands as I travel this land I drop a scientific [?] 'cause I ain't got plans Your career's on the rails, I'll leave ya wantin' to bail When you keep gettin' hammered with no sign of a nail Sounds like you bought your beats at a garage sale While [?] at the bar with no [???] [Verse 2: Bob Balans] I'm sick of suckers every Saturday night In every jam, spit the bullshit rappin' they write When you're wack on the mic, recitin' lyrical fellatio Say you go freestyle, I redial my radio You talk about nothin', but still come from memory Pretend to be fresh as me, you'll never be mentally 'Cause your verse was wack, but what's worse than that? You think you're grouse, but you suck the Jimbrows' and slurp the sack! It seems that they don't know what they're doin' So watch as I ruin with fluent raps kicked congruent Crisp, slick, mystic, flowin' like wrists slit And takin' me out — it's no picnic! [Hook x4: Scratched samples] "[?] like a wreckin' crew" "Doin' demolition to competition" "It's the Lyrical Commssion" [Verse 3: Trem] I pack grammar that cracks granite like jackhammers Rippin' through crews like crêpe paper match banners My team's an All-Star outfit from South Vic About sick to death of counterfeits that don't amount to shit The tide's changin', it's LC's time for takin' Rap to new grounds no other MC's have tried breakin' Could find the fake in these imitators lack innovation Skip the brazen attempts 'cause Trem's incineratin' A compost of long lost should've-beens Splintered the seams from these 4B2 wooden beams You couldn't dream of the carnage caused My army's forgin' its rep with more muscle than Arnie Schwarz' [Verse 4: Brad Strut] Twisted metal like tram tracks on turns I react stern and settle, it's Mad Max in the 'burbs And the pedal is to the floor with carnage galore It'll wreck until nothing's left, no defenses enough to thwart The onslaught, you picked the wrong sport Strong chords are needed to prevent you from bein' defeated Even if on-cord, I've still got the power to pack And devour a hack, I don't need an hour to rap I shower the slack with precise hits that disable their works of art I hurt 'em hard once the verses start I purchase parts and put the package together with words that carve You're half-arsed, we're hard to better [Bridge: Movie dialogue] "Can't sit here doing nothing, waiting for something to happen [???????] raring to go Gotta get back in the harness, break the ice And have something to work on together" [Verse 5: Brad Strut] We dispose of crews with some home truths And diss those who depict the scene as just cones, brews and bitches Compared to their pictures, painted as fake And no, I cannot relate to their business [Verse 6: Trem] Trem and the Commission's a network Of demolition experts that wreck shit in 10 or less words See, you best curb the tough talk Unless you want a busted jaw Suckin' meals through a fuckin' straw [Verse 7: Bob Balans] Your neck snaps on the mat like a wrestlin' move gone bad With back broken and smashed Gallant and travelin' through a gash in your abdomen Have an ambulance come dashin' for buckets To chuck up what's in their stomachs [Verse 8: Rob Nat] Rob Nat! I'm rockin' 'til my verse is through Fuck that! I'm drinkin' 'til it hurts to spew Come back! You thought I fell a [?????] I burn 99%, and I'm the worst in the crew! [Hook: Scratched samples] "[?] like a wreckin' crew" "Doin' demolition to competition" "It's the Lyrical Commssion"