Pegz - Deities of Def lyrics

I know you woulda liked a
Song that made booties shake
Cuties on the floor like cougars
On the shootin' range
Groupies on stage doin', yay
Like who's to blame
Keep the bazooka aimed at Judge Judy face
It's Obese, movin' weight like Ruby Hunter
I was named after a
Motherfuckin' doobie brother
I got the funk like hoochie
Mamas in a beauty parlour
Diggin' for a roach in the
Vortex of coogie jumpers
Systematically bringin' anarchy back
Kid black-on-black
The King's Academy graduate
Established back when the lyrics
Had to be classic
Rappers would steal cars and
Drink the battery acid
Nice girl, fight girls brutally honest
Like beautiful boxers after too many vodkas
We grew dreadlocks and smoked too many
And I got no regrets at
The youth that we squandered

Deities of death, death, death, death
Death, death, death, death death
And never let your memory die
Death, death, death, death
Death, death, death, death
Real recognise, real recognise
And never let your memory die

Couple of bottles later and
The ladies are perfect everywhere we go
We're like deities worshipped
Break dancin' to somethin' vaguely disturbin'
Like George Bush and the eighties resurgence
Maybe, one day
You can say that it's worth it
When the cribs paid off
And Mercedes is purchased
"Bullshit!" Murder tracks, stay subversive
Put your homies up and celebrating the person
Spill a little bit on the curb
A little bit on my shirt
A little bit on the desk
When I'm sitting at work
"What's tomorrow?" Tighter than
Tyson and Custamado flyin' above the clouds
Survivin' on cups of Milo
Ghetto boys for life
Drivin' amongst the five-o
She put my nuts in her mouth
And started humming the high notes

Deities of death, death, death, death
Death, death, death, death death
And never let your memory die
Death, death, death, death
Death, death, death, death
Real recognise, real recognise
And never let your memory die

Mind of a lunatic
Fightin' a champion pugilist
For a bike courier's slice
Of the planet's nucleus
In my own world like a psychosomatic uterus
Spittin' the raw shit
Inspired by rappers doin' this
Mentored from Trench Town to Crenshaw
In New York, studied under Large Professor
And celebrating with friends on the
Day of the dead doin' lines off the Ouija
Board sayin' a prayer
"I'm fucked up!" Talkin' to ghosts
Payin' respect making the girls say "uh uh
You ain't taking it there"
Nothin' compares to the few moments we live
You were always there when I
Was going through shit
Got ya name on my arm, photo on the fridge
Twenty years of memories, a stolen gift
"This ain't a typical song
For somebody you've lost
Physically gone but I can
Still hear you laugh

Deities of death, death, death, death
Death, death, death, death death
And never let your memory die
Death, death, death, death
Death, death, death, death
Real recognise, real recognise
And never let your memory die