Lyrical Mongrels

Lyrics

[Hook: Scratched samples] "Crossbred Mongrels" "Lyrical Commission" [Verse 1: Rob Nat] Rob Knackers rubbin' bat smackers on their clackers After an eight-hour drive full of VB and Macca's Pennin' every inning with more verbal Judo In the city, we eat gyros, not a fuckin' suvo Rock with the Mongrels, never rap over jungle Punch fruits in white boots 'til they stagger and stumble When I spew my raps, attract [??] and consume I got a 20 ready, honey, show us all your axe wound We're the lyrical force drinkin' at the Crazy Horse We're hittin' up birdies, it's just a path of thе course The distinguished gеnts and the Adelaide chaps Hangin' like a wrinkly — Cronnies, beats, raps! [Verse 2: Bob Balans] [????] in Adelaide, learnin' the lingo That shit is dingo, not fat, she's smokin' the bat As I fart and laugh, flow leavin' the aftermath like a demolition It's the Lyrical Commission, with Pulling Strings and the Crossbreds Knobheads drop dead, [??] A man that always rocks at the best I can, not American Record fan, yes, I can wreck and slam Like Sid Vicious, with the lyrics artistic Get your MC arse open like a private flick chick Shit, my throat fuck, wack rappers — go suck Stop short your onslaught 'cause Lyric's styles are robust! [Hook: Scratched samples] "[?????]" "Lyrical Commission" "The power of the underground" "You must have the need to bleed" "Now you're gettin' fucked without the KY Jelly!" [Verse 3: Flak A.K.A Fat Face] I'm about to stand tall just like Paul Salmon No back-ended deals, my name's not John Bannon 'Cause how many rappers these days have turned soft? If you get up in my face, I'mma bite your nose off Step off! Tell your crew they don't want no beef Unless all you wack fools wanna lose your fuckin' teeth People say, "Fat Face, why do you always seem violent?" 'Cause I speak my fuckin' mind and refuse to be silent Understand one thing — hip-hop pumps through these veins My style's definitely Raw like Big Daddy Kane's You'll never stop me rappin', that's an impossible mission You can't fuck with the Mongrels or the Lyrical Commission [Verse 4: DJ Debris] It's the digital criminal A.K.A the bad scientist Collaboratin' on tracks with these interstate alliances Appliances are gettin' hot When Debris, Flak and the Commish begin to blow up the spot Damn, this rocks! More than Uluru on a hot day Jammin', slammin' joints across the country down to Adelaide A dope display of sheer talent From Trem, J-Red, Rob Nat, Strut, the Mongrels, the Balans And it's apparent the politics is hip-hop's largest [???] Cloudin' up our unitized views like city smog So catch this, stop! Kick while these lyrical predators Let this track distort your thought just like newspaper editors [Hook: Scratched samples] "[?????]" "Crossbred Mongrels" "The power of the underground" "You must have the need to bleed" "Now you're gettin' fucked without the KY Jelly!" [Verse 5: Brad Strut] In state SA, I kick it like a Sherrin on a Saturday Pen in hand, sittin' in a chair and I'm never known to let a Vic slip from my grip It's a megaphone, I grab your girl and get her to head the bone In a moment of madness, flow sick Slow lick, this hoe's quick to let it be known Spit between her tits then unzip, watch her lungs shutter Every now and then, she look up and say, "You're the one, Strutter!" Like none other, she run her tongue like it's a chopper Chub in her double-D cup, I slap her butt Tuck it into her west end — in, peace, rest 10 Lyrical Commission — Brad Strut the fuckin' veteran! [Verse 6: Trem] Don't even get me started on these half-hearted crews that darted Onto the scene, just as fast as I'll make 'em depart it They get carted like bad balls at short-pitch Then got me more pissed than them drunken nights in North Fitz And robbin' bobs on grog and bongs And now we're coppin' gobs off groupies in band rooms that's slobbin' knobs Like dobbin' dogs in H-block They take it in the face like a pillow case full of weights But it's the cock that does all the damage And I'm rippin' mic spots from my block to Adelaide, and then back again! So pack the dacker and crack open a West End LC, Flak and Debris — they're dope as ephedrine! [Hook: Scratched samples] "[?????]" "Lyrical Commission" "The power of the underground" "You must have the need to bleed" "Now you're gettin' fucked without the KY Jelly!" "[?????]" "Crossbred Mongrels" "The power of the underground" "You must have the need to bleed" "Now you're gettin' fucked without the KY Jelly!" "Now you're gettin' fucked without the KY Jelly!" "Crossbred Mongrels" "Lyrical Commission" "Lyrical Commission" "Lyrical Commission" "Lyrical Commission" "Lyrical Commission" "Lyrical Commission" "Lyrical Commission"