A Beer With Dazza

Lyrics

[Intro: Matty B] Cool Syllabolix recording It's mic check [Chorus: Matty B] We're the Syllabolix crew, yeah Blowin' away the other states Well, I'd love to have a beer with Dazza 'Cause Dazza's one of me mates Yeah, we're the Syllabolix crew Taking MCs to Hell's gates Yeah, I'd love to have a beer with Dazza 'Cause Dazza's one of me mates It goes something like: [Verse 1: Matty B] It's Matty B and the Drunken Cricket Dazza made the beat, so you know we're on a good wicket Ready to stick it to whole rap contingent And the police state government, their rules all so stringent When it comes to beat making, Dazza's all night binging It's another recording so you know that I'm windging Singeing politicians and the junkies that keep binging Syllabolix drop the shit that makes you start singing 'Cause Dazza's got the beats that leaves ya ears ringing And popping Bellies start to move as Matty B starts dropping The rhymes that no MC can be topping What's that topping? Are you talking 'bout Cottees? Nah, I'm talking about the flavor that moves the cute hotties Shining so bright I'm like a new pair of spotties More stage presence than a couple of purebred rotties What's that? Yeah, like a Rottweiler Nah, I'm a fresh rhymer in a new pair of Fila When I'm in the pub, I'm always out for a Sheila In a game of footy, I'll kick the goal, that's the sealer What's that? Ya wanna rest? Well I've got something you'll try hard, you're welcome to test Pass the mic over to the man who leaves the ladies undressed [Verse 2: Dazastah] Aw shit, Matty B, these bastards look unhappy Destroyin' their hopes of coming close to our notes like this melody My twangs are similar to our rhymes Pressure makes it come out, and they're hard to find Back to foundations like overalls and Shore hats Breaking the floor mats and we burn more tracks Writers in Perth bomb like F1178 Then together we stand as great fucking mates Inseparable, his prophets strong, fucking glue joins the screws And your mates, we'll be hard to lose 'Cause I'm all done like four hundred tons of magnet Even though we're all high hitters, like still, others can't handle it Envious of the power we have as a collective It's ridiculous to think that we could be contested And with my mates I can share sam booker She does us all orgy-style, like a cowgirly hooker [Chorus: Matty B] We're the Syllabolix crew, yeah Blowin' away the other states Well, I'd love to have a beer with Dazza 'Cause Dazza's one of me mates Yeah, we're the Syllabolix crew Taking MCs to Hell's gates Yeah, I'd love to have a beer with Dazza 'Cause Dazza's one of me mates It goes something like: [Verse 3: Matty B] Got music for girls and music for boys But the one thing I don't have music for is toys I'm happy as fuck, and I love to make noise Love to drink beer, it's what Syllabolix enjoys Leaning to a banging Syllabolix beat Ingredients to make a cypher complete It's the ingredients to make a cypher unique Listen to the old hard park floorboards creak Destined to last forever, not flavor of the week Not flavor of the month, not flavor of the year I've made music for generations to endear I love, as I swarm with no fear On the mic like a vulture Made music to uplift the whole culture (Culture) [Outro: Matty B] Yeah, the Syllabolix crew Taking out all the other states (States) Well, I'd love to have a beer with Dazza (Dazza) 'Cause Dazza's one of me mates We're the Syllabolix crew Taking MCs to Hell's gates (Woo) Love to have a beer with the whole Syllabolix 'Cause those boys are me mates Yeah (Yeah, woo!) That's it (Boo-ya)