The Baaadest

Lyrics

[Interlude: Suffa] Shoutouts to DT3 for that one Shoutouts to Mitch Yo Faint, you wanna hear something special? DJ Debris rhymes at the end of this track For real, ha DJ Debris Get on the mic, son First up, Vents One, let's go! [Verse 1: Vents, Trials] Yeah, yeah, Vents the Villain You're feeling the fuckshit and you feeling the vibe The melancholy and the misery I'm feeling inside It's like I'm sick of living, not willing to die That's when I grab the roach, kiss the feeling goodbye I'm fading away in front of your eyes, becoming a ghost With butter on toast and a bucket of fries Nicotine meet sudden demise I use drugs and liquor to listen to people I fucking despise Five days on the rev, heard the government spies In the roof, got the proof that they up in the sky Satellite, paranoid, paradise is destroyed By the bureaucrat and the parasite from the void Of the unliving, dance to one rhythm Many colour and creed been stuffed in one prison I'm stuck living on the dole, little control of my life That's why Christ don't pick up my call (Yeah), you know [Verse 2: Trials] At that moment I panic, kick the company out Hit the shower for an hour, use the luxury towel It's like back to the grill again, Hotel Hell The best memories of my life but no can tell Well, if it isn't the fat Vincent Vega of rap We on a world tour passed out in neighbouring stacks I kick facts real slick, push the levy little deeper Squash big problems with a little reefer Off with his head till the officer dead Riot in the streets, kick back [?] But lest we forget the fallen, hits from the Hits from the B in the morning, retail storming Awesome, any little things that the Oars in Shared deals with shitheads, break 'em off a portion Dropped the stress ball, picked up the Les Paul Back the fuck out and hit the stage like, "Yes, y'all!" [Scratches: ADFU] "Rottweiler the beat, top dollar defeat" "Eyes red—Eyes red, burn somethin'" "Rottweiler the beat, top dollar defeat" "Eyes red—Eyes red, burn somethin'" "Baddest—Baddest Bad—Bad—Baddest Baddest—Baddest Bad—Bad—Baddest" [Verse 3: K21] I'm nothing but a slave to the man with a game and a plan Of sticking it to him every which way that I can (For real feel) rocking nothing but some hand me downs Checkin' on the meal, it's smelling like Grandma's house I'm back in the place, never stop smashing or praying Until Jay take the scene and stop dragging a [?] [?] sprinkling some rhythms on my toast Lock and load, only stop to pose for my wanted poster Baddest, negative like my bank account status King sized mattress featuring [?] Go and ask for a [?] the kiddies will find me Hanging with hippies while ice fiends stick in their pipe dreams A dead-beat broke, living off split cheddar And chin check a trendsetter thinking he stiff leather [?] and dump it on the X you dug And that's what you get for thinking you had somewhere left to run Fuad [Ad-Lib: [?]] Nah [Verse 4: DJ Debris] The worse I eat the better I feel It's a junk food Winnie hey, so what's the deal? I can't remember the meal that I just ordered And the Takeaway Studios just got cordoned Off 'cause the squad dropped a bomb in the lab And with the crew guaranteed [?] fuck out your tab Then jump a cab, head south to [?] With twenty-four tabs of pr0n open in Firefox [Commentary: Suffa] What? Did DJ Debris just shoutout Firefox browser? Golden Era Records does not endorse Firefox browsers... unless they're giving us money. Are they giving us money? Faint? They're not giving us money? Fuck 'em. K21, let's go!