Mastered and Slaved

Lyrics

[Verse] Google can fuck off and so can The Distracted Our beats are fire and your beats are wack-shit See, mate, the reason our bars are so lit Is because through all the shit, we fucking EQ'd it You spit bars like you're all the bad t'ings Music Man, you do all the rapping But your beat was shit, let me tell you the sad thing Your track had length 'cause of chorus padding You're just a bunch of geeks in a flat Your production quality was crap Step against us, claiming we black But we literally just made a White track So, mate, before I go back and backtrack Let me spit lyrics against all the bad lads On the next diss, still doing great Mate, still can't tell who the fuck Kes dates Should've given up on the last one, mates When I ironically called you great You rush your songs and you can't make tunes See, we thought all of our bars through Good contender, you made it to two But, next time, we'll come out of the blue Here's some pointers, the next time you rush Want to make a track but your rhymes are mush We on a diss track and we tell you to shush 'Cause who the fuck calls an album, Hush? Mate, your bars always sound wrong Do you even know how to write a song? Do you even know that you look like mongs? The answer was Turkey, all along Lyrically, I put myself as a rapist Musically, it's a big-boy statement Mate, your music is always the greatest The greatest load of shite