Talakai - triple j Bars of Steel

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Shoutout my boy Harvey on the beat [Verse] I'm flexing negative numbers brother embrace the struggle My flow is magic, fuck a Harry, I'll erase these muggles You'll never catch me at the back coz my face is covered And I been down on my luck, so still I take these uppers Always five gears ahead like it's Need for Speed They fall behind on their rent 'cause they got a need for speed Imagine me with the flow, it's something I gotta see Cool, you might be dope, but no one asked you to speak, they tell me I been talking feelings too much But, yo, for real, I don't really give two fucks 'Cause when I'm up, I could wipe your whole damn crew And go ODB with bars like Brooklyn Zoo And throw the book at you, 'cause I'm the judge and the juror Up the anny-anny up Give your drugs and your jewels up Best believe I'm a joker, fuck a Harley Quinn I'd rather have a Batman, fuck that Barbie shit I burn my bridges like I'm London Town Are you getting bodied? Is the only time you're underground Fuck it, all I needed was a beer, a couple rounds Acted like I'm Paul Park the way I'm always coming down I'm the brokest rapper ever Send the world that heat-wave Tala seasons ending never, oi They want Proof like old Eminem videos I'm known to Mike Jackson I ain't a Smooth Criminal I, Big L a motherfucker with snap quicks So you best keep my name of your lips like Chapstick It's the, face-covered killer from the East-coast Still getting second hand high off that weed smoke Yo get your motherfucking pen-licence snatched up I see more snakes in friend groups than black but that's facts son Still racking clothes like I'm Huskii Weekends looking Slim and Dusty, no country I, hit that switch like Toyota in the Supra Used to boost a pack Now I'm fucked like Karma Sutra Super Saying like I'm go-horn when I flow 'em off I, hit 'em in the spirit When I bomb I'm like a molotov, so Can I kick it like it's Capoeira Big L flow Still making 'em high like I'm made of leather Coz all these rappers talking drugs and their fake crimes Must've missed the ship where it's fashion I hate life, I Got some problems yeah They might be worse than yours I'm never bitching No Mum said it don't hurt to talk I'm prone to beef and it's getting heated with herbivores Tala in some drama like it's something you ain't heard before I Futurama these benders I fry my brain with my Hermes 'til my week's ended Than it's same old shit bruh Back on the bend again Tryna get a piece of a bitch like Zapp Brannigan I rock a room like I'm Rolling Stones Catch me riding shotgun Chill's rolling stone Bagz in the back Pale like Home Alone So Tala hit's the line brudda I ain't talking telephones I been going beast for that pay-day And putting toys in the box like it's a play-date I was writing poems coz I missed the funeral Now I'm dead in the rapper a week Tally the numerals up Tala