Smak - Rappertag #13 | Season 2

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Let's do this Oi Smak, yeah, look [Verse] Hey, shout out Rates for the tag I'm goin' for the ace, but I don't know how to act I'm the Nick Kyrgios of Australian rap Greek kid, temper tantrum, throwin' plates in the back Make 'em put they hands up like I'm servin' these balls But I'm sellin' CDs, puttin' Smak in their drawers Yeah, I'll put some Smak in your life, son We done so much dirt you couldn't vac' with a Dyson Killed the game, sneaky cunt with the [?] Like Walter White did, now I'm back, cookin' my shit Put in the work, drop in the seasonin' and let it sit Dopest Rappertag of thе season, brother, let it sit And what's thе point of rappin' if you ain't a cocky prick They try to copy this, well, I let 'em, 'cause I got lots to give If not for this, I'll be pissed, washin' dishes for a pot to piss in Anyways, I'm bored of this beat, let me switch it Yeah, we never started from the pole position Tryna swerve around the ranks, but I felt resistance Put my foot up on the gas, tried to stay consistent Took a couple piss stops and blew a couple pistons Yeah, they really thought they'd go to distance But we kept 'em in the corner, Ali to Sonny Liston Drop a couple hooks, keep it real, no fishin' But I'm throwin' out these lines hopin' I could bring it in Like Barry, that ain't livin' Make their death jam, like the name was Russell Simmons Hits like the twelfth man, but I ain't play cricket Knockin' for a six when I'm battin' in my innings I'll be tappin' in and winnin' like we Matt and Jeff Hardy Feel like Pop Smoke, baby, welcome to the party They say that I'm a joke, feelin' sort of Kevin Hart-y But I know I'll be a goat, boy, I'm just gettin' started I've been reppin' NO.ONE, best know it, 'cause we know it, 'cause we gonna blow up The team, we hold it down, constriction just like a boa From Brisbane straight down to Tweed, Nate G to ECB To dons from by the sea, yeah, you know what I mean, right? Yeah, you know what I mean, right? Feel like pourin' something, way I made 'em all lean right Want my meat juicy, baby, do not serve it lean, a'ight? Jack of all trades, yeah, you know I made the beat, right? Sippin' on Mimosa while I'm chillin' out, beachside Sunburn on my back, better hope she got the cream right Rappers sell their soul's on some red light, green light We stayin' independent like skaters up on a sweet grind Huh, yeah, I done been high 420, all round, motherfuckin' meat pie, huh Never comin' down like a jean fly Pissin' on rappers since the boy been knee high [Outro] Yeah Three beats produced by me Yo, Kogz, you're up next