P.Smurf - Rappertag #25 | Season 2

Lyrics

[Verse: P.Smurf] It's already February, 2022's lookin' very scary By the end of December, wack MCs'll be dead and buried In cemeteries, evidently, they fell to a devil, send me To a cell where they make your skeleton melt like Ben & Jerry's Now I'm biggity-back from hell like Run-DMC, that's necessary Chuck D, Ice Cube remix, my set is heavy As Big Pun tracks with Fat Joe But I ain't about luchini like Camp Lo, flippin' it Rambo Writin' battle plans, then grab the mic and have a jam Man done smothered another Rappertag Keep it comin' and runnin' the set, round two, don't fuck with the vets Sendin' a sucker to bed by aimin' a gun at your head Plow, plow, makin' 'em bow now, class is in session Duck down, hearin' buckshot, shootin' my Smith and Wesson He paid the price like Sean And now his life is gone, I got that Taekwondo kick Snap back to reality, the fact is The one we're livin' in is so abstract, it's actually No more normality, [?] carnivorous Raw rhymes in your mind, kickin' it four times Harder than raw iron, my hawk-eye Spottin' these four guys from all heights, no more time for them It's all over, goin' Ruggedman on a poser Spit it double time but I'm never rushin' like Kournikova Nah, you best to move back Back to when Stella got her groove back Stuck up in the future, too busy troubleshootin' computers To bust a move in the middle of a room, we need a revolution Truth 101, consider me the tutor Wanna wage war? Go on, give me the bazooka Droppin' bombs on beat, speakin' W-M-Ds About to nuke ya like Cuba I'm grand like Poobah, doin' a job when I get busy Say peace to Koota, Joe Snow and Tenth Dizzy It's Big Village to Pang Productions Scratches Records, yeah, we ain't nothin' to fuck with Like Wu-Tang, biggin' 'em up on the boom-bap Clickin' your finger then flippin' the figure to give you [?] Stuffed up, your blood clot got popped, dropped off the spot You got knocked, cuz, like "What's up, Doc?" I'm lobbin' molotovs at dog cops Got no props, this whole world is so lost I flow lots with no nonsense Then float off across your consciousness Because I'm on buds, man, call me the ombudsman Still cleanin' up all of the scum, keep on doin' it till it be done Done did it again, [?] blunt, son of a gun, biggin' it up to my mum Cuz, and sisters, and my brothers And my old man, the grandpapa Tryna chuck you in a drug bus and handcuff ya Just for puffin' a blunt, mate, I'm fuckin' disgusted N-S-W police ain't nothin' but fuckwits Police hidin' their lies from us, right in front of our eyes While they're takin' a bribe from a tyrant I'm tired, but I'm not gonna stop fightin' 'em Why you water down the mainstream like oxygen and hydrogen? Eat your vitamins, B, get your niacin Beef ain't a vital trend, it's a side effect Of life when you're high on it, I got no time for the cowards Cracked faces, black mirrors in ivory towers See, most of these dudes are all see-through I see you, dissin' our movements like Me Too Deceitful fools actin' evil, bullyin' innocent people And never treatin' women like equals It's deeply rooted in pain, see, me and you ain't the same Most heads know that P stay true to the game Manoeuvre through lanes while you're takin' pit stops Like Snow said, this ain't Tik Tok, it's hip-hop You're more Cisco than flip-flops A bunch of young pups actin' like they're big dogs Pursuin' the truth hurts That's why I'm in communities doin' that youth work Removin' the loose dirt, underground where I flex gems Extend the [?] whenever I'm schoolin' the next-gen My pen game is endgame, high pursuit in a car chase On loops and breaks, they call me super like Czarface Up in the booth on them dark days Spittin' unlimited rhythm on beats, increasin' your heart rate See, most MCs are just shark bait But like COVID, most of 'em I just can't taste Your flow's famous for fakin' the funk, you got no flavour These gatekeepers try to break the locks, but they're no Jada Pay my respect to the First Nations Whose earth was usurped, raped, murdered, and blatantly burnt By the firm favourites, murked in the worst way You can say that it ain't the same, but like 2Pac, I see no changes Replacin' the date seems pivotal to me So I spell it out like A.B. Original See? We bringin' barrels of bad apples Them mad rappers here to bring the key to these damn shackles Like my man, Nooky, Kobie Dee got them hands clappin' Birdz and Alice Skye bringin' the heat when they jam Packin' a show, rapid flow, hittin' my mark like a master Wise guy [?] target But my time here is done, kickin' it over the driggity-drum I'm rippin' it up, in a sec I reckon I'll flip it and pass it to Barka like this [Outro: DJ Cost] "This is it" "Why" "Get 'em" "Fuckin' with reel to reel, rap axe maniac"