Pegz - Pegz: Rapper Tag #44 lyrics

Ah yeah this is Pegz, Capital P
Representing Obese crew, representing
Gully Platoon, straight out of Burn City
I'm now chilling with my man Plutonic Lab
In the Plutonic Lab Studios
This is how it goes down, yeah

It's in our future now
That hipsters are rapping fucking with Pegz
Shit'll die quicker than plankton
Intergalactic Obese swinging a baton
Spitting a cinematic track into your chasm
On your girl's top ten, journalists love me
Rapper Tag's most wanted like Colonel Gaddafi
Murderous flow
The streets are my personal army
Disturbing the peace like insurgent Iraqi
Yep you better ask someone who slays suckers
Fake fuckers wake up in a
Summer bay rape dungeon
I don't play, I study the sweet science
One in the chamber running from police sirens
Live from the streets of
London and Greek riots
Shouts to my homeboys Hunter
Reason and Bias, yeah!

Yeah, it goes man up, one on one standoff
Parry the hook, carry a book like a handgun
Bad Capital P pushing a fat blunt
Foot on the gas
Looking for crack in a Mac truck
Back on a four four, pushing a fat sock
Clock's ticking, pox thicker like bad blood
Bankrupt flow getting down to business
We pack clubs and rack up
Moving 'round the system like Palestinians
Melbourne diggers written like algorithms
One six tell 'em how we're living
My personality shine like altruism
South east boy coming from
The housing commission
I got hunger pains from the malnutrition
Now I sip champagne, take out the missus
Parley like it's motherfucking
Hell's Kitchen, oh!

Ah yeah rapper Tag 44 up next
We got Dialectrix
Big thanks to my man Plutonic Labs
For the drums and the beat
Peace, see ya next time