Joe Snow - Rappertag #24 | Season 2

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[Intro] [?] Yo, Leeds city out to Melbourne. Pang Productions, Style Defenders, 419, Hi Trax, Guilty Party, Scratches Records, Uncomfortable Beats. Must Volkoff on the camera. Kodiak Kid on the beat. Yo, big the fuck up to Adam Koots, yeah? Joe Snow [Verse] Bangin' [?] for the sinners Got 'em happy as a dog that's had two dinners, I'm a winner, innit? Bring it These beginner man are moist, droppin' [?] to the point Said we in a different field, what they build, I will destroy Oi, B-29 over Hiroshima Take a seat and recline, I'll drop what's hot on ya My lot are rockin' top to bottom trains up in a dead yard And got the bobbies knockin', clockin' over, [?], I Bless bars, flexin' 'ard on these fake types Movin' like a megalodon to great white Line of sight right, lyin' nice 'pon the 'illtop Time it right, knockin' off your block, this a killshot The hydroponic shotter, ill dropper Spot bomber with a [?], poppin' off like your top collar The shot caller, drop rawness across borders Drink pourer till its last orders, your man [?] Off course he raw with the steez I'm born with that northern spirit, drop it raw up in Leeds [?], droppin' flawless on beats Watch the coroner come callin' me the cause for deceased Now walk from the beef before you forced to retreat You [?] like a Tyson blow, fall from your feet More than unique, I'll bury any breader breathin' oxygen Settling vendettas with a [?] and pen, not again They lost in trends, [?] verse Yo, don't be thinkin' 'cause your views are nice you couldn't get fuckin' murked Been pushin' words that can [?] Kids are using backin' tracks because their chat is unrehearsed But put in work, I raise a toast to you I do this shit 'cause what the fuck else am I supposed to do? Ain't in it for the views or likes, the riches or the fast cars I do it 'cause I never had much else, but always had bars, I Rap hard and will do till the end of days This one's out to the adlays that are puttin' up their names on trains Fuck the fame, I'm out to ignite the fight in us A country where you get remanded if your skin ain't light enough That's kinda fucked, especially when it's black land So how come this country's never been run by a Black man? Facts, fam, real rap, that's what half these rappers lack [?] city, proper fuckin' rappers tags My masterclass in chattin' raps, it's sad, the state of hip-hop Back then lads'll battle rap and now they dance on Tik Tok My language be an avalanche, I chat my slang to lift off And damage man with grammar when I'm angry, mad or pissed off Shit's lost, and I don't know who's out to blame There's more rappers now than ever, nevertheless they sound the same Fella fed up with these messes, better stress the game has changed This insane, everybody down for clout and out for fame, what a shame I'll complain, that's what old men do Pipe and slippers, still vibe iller, yo, the most heads true Yo, each rhyme filled up with syllables, to flow text through But lines designed to slice your mind up into processed food So go fetch [?], I'll put the muzzle on tight When Snow be rockin' up over the body you know it be doublin' in price Gotta cut that shit twice and still have you buzzed off of lines But don't you rappers get all paranoid and fuck up your night Like "My life is like a box of chocolates to a dog [?] gettin' hot and bothered, I'm just here to piss them off That's the consequence of non-defence when Snow step in the box Takin' shots, [?] got 'em by the [?], watch My flow be madder, comin' badder than Rihanna flicks Chattin' raps to cameras while you sit to spark your cannabis There ain't no harm in it, kick back, calm, innit? Bangin' out these scripts like a dodgy little pharmacist [Outro] Uh, jokes aside though, much love to everyone doin' bits. It's a healthy-lookin' scene right now and I'm happy to be a part of it. I'ma tag in P.Smurf. Pang Productions-dot-com-dot-au. Go download yourselves some dopeness, yeah? Joe Snow