Kick That Sh#t

Lyrics

[Commentary: Suffa] Check it out. DJ Debris has decided to not only rhyme on this mixtape once, but twice! Well-known MC DJ Debris, ladies and gentlemen. Trigga Trials, and, uh, hey, K21? Uh, question: [Verse 1: K21] Who do you know, do it like this [?] a two-oh- One-five [?] duo, [?] [?], numero uno [?] my sword like I'm Zuko With tour raps, heavyweight sumos 'Cause panic with a drum in your speaker One hundred Ks, I'ma run like a cheetah Until I go stealth, then I hunt like [?] Standing up on your bleacher The bad man attacks, and I've come for your leader And then I'm jetting by the morning and onto another mission That's when I move on your position Slow it down till I freeze the frame Takin' over the house till I lease the place You Bambino shake like you've never been home late Well, I never leave till the beats I make are all ([?]) Damn foul, actin' like an unfunny [?] with his pants down But if you utter my name, you're a mad coward And some do it, but they ain't planned it out They just mad now, they get no hand out (Nah) Good luck, you can tell me how it pans out And then [?] your team [?] I'll give you something you can rant about While I'm on a tune, just spazzin' out Got a minute till it's due then I cram it out But ask Ben if you wanna know what that's about When I rap, I'm bound to be blackin' out Like I'm Pacquiao, but they're havin' doubts Got a dark soul like I was Darth Maul And that's all till I'm back, for now But sucker, you were never (You were never, you were never) [Chorus: Sample] Hardcore, hardcore Kick that shit, kick that shit Hardcore, hardcore Kick that shit, kick that shit Hardcore, hardcore Hardcore, hardcore Hardcore, hardcore Kick that shit, kick that shit Hardcore, hardcore Kick that shit, kick that shit Hardcore, hardcore Hardcore, hardcore [Verse 2: Trials] Now, tell me Who is next, who the best? Got human flesh in a junior spesh In the big belly, I'm thinking that Kirsty from [?] Shane Warne You thirsty? Lurking from popping uppers, I'm out of this club By the time [?] and you stop Back in the tub with a toaster Still do a shit on a dunny with [?] Reefer with that sativa into The indica, golden retriever I'm a basset hound [?] And passed around the place Like a feed bag, I need that Wrapped around my face They call me Mr Ed with that one-tonne Twenty foot long dick instead What you want besides this Donkey Kong up in your face? I put this spanner in the Works for all your shifty mates I got foes in different Area codes, so leave it Alone if you're feeling good like Nina Simone, or else I'm coming back, understand Cauteriser, pulverise ya Stole that show, I'm the organiser Went backstage, [?] the rider What's tighter than Golden Era? (what's that?) What's tighter than Golden Era? (what, you?) What's tighter than Golden Era? ([?]) [Chorus: Sample] Hardcore, hardcore Kick that shit, kick that shit Hardcore, hardcore Kick that shit, kick that shit Hardcore, hardcore Hardcore, hardcore Hardcore, hardcore Kick that shit, kick that shit Hardcore, hardcore Kick that shit, kick that shit Hardcore, hardcore Hardcore, hardcore Hardcore, hardcore Hardcore, hardcore Kick that shit [Verse 3: DJ Debris] True that, who that? It's me – the fab [?] with a bat in mind to match One tat, full of facts, I love to scratch Been a long time since I rhymed but I'm back With a vengeance earning your attention DJ MC, with infinite dimensions Not known for adhering to convention Debris, GE, commandeering your attention And did I mention I'm part of the back line? I hide mine in the wind without chimes No lies, sometimes it's hard to shine But hard times bring others to the grime And during those times, find I appreciate Small things like dinner plates and [?] At any rate, great topic for debate Debris signing off, never early, always late [Verse 4: K21] With a [?] and I'm nervous on a break Feast on a week, put bourbon on the plate In a league of the beast [?] priestess That'll being a murmur to your brain There ain't ever a chain you can make like his To get 'em in the air when I hang my fist To get a sort of track and a bang like this That [?] type shit, and we're doing that (Hardcore), kicking your door like Star Force with no mask for Don't you ever go there when it's past dawn You get the last draw and then your heart torn We bring it (hardcore) What the fuck did you ask for? I'ma call Vents, tell him Bring it class war with no passports Smuggle venom on a plane, any second, any day, you know it's (Hardcore, hardcore) [Chorus: Sample] Kick that shit, kick that shit Kick that shit, kick that shit Kick that shit, kick that shit Kick that shit, kick that shit Kick that shit [Outro: Turntablism] "Check out my track record" "You don't really [?]" "It say on my track record" "Hold up, hold up" "Check out my track record" "And if you can't stand the pressure" "Check my swag"