Drapht, MJ, Hunter - The Sylla Squad lyrics
[Drapht, MJ, Hunter - The Sylla Squad lyrics]
Check as soon as I've animated the track
Contaminated the listener
Mr d-Rapht the man that painted the picture
Spit your cryptic codes to
Split the roads and quick to throw a hit
If you stick your nose in like dicks
I'm chosen to unload and bring life
Into a world that's turning
Into hell by night sell your light to the
Darkness like Oprah's backside
But sticking it to 'em harder
Than Ron Jeremy's jap's eye
Capsize your vessel
You're wrestling with the great white
Rock a sharper set than
Danoz Direct steak knives
Take life for granted and
You're branded for slaughter
Take flight but landed in hot water
I'm borderline
But brought up with nothing but
Tough enough to never be
Caught up in anything that's gonna
Be falling short of
My vision of how I'm gonna be living my life
Better make the right decision
Is never given it twice
You can't flex or even step to this kid
But, I seize ya like an epileptic fit
Cat's caught amnesia
Forgetting that Mortar stepping
On stage is like Nicholas
Cage brandishing the weapon
We could face off or I
Could rip your face off
And spit shards of steel while your
Bitch kneels and tastes cock
Make of it what you want, I take what I will
Drop lyrics like acid
Here's a jagged little pill
That's hard to swallow, tough act too
Drown out your whole crew like
The Day After Tomorrow
Ice age flows, I change weather patterns
Re-arrange the structure of
The earth's crust, shatter atoms
Smack you back to the dark
Ages with one verse
Snap your head back like a
Car crash with one word
Shit verbally, you whack try hards
And Richard Gere's gerbil
I mean your act died in the arse
"We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"Exquisite, exotic, exciting type shit"
"We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"Step to this shit " "We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"For all those who wanna profile and pose"
"We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"Bring it to 'em raw"
Unleash my anger in the form of a scripture
Paint a picture with words
And emerge the victor
In a gladiator forum, picture which
You rip to bit's before
You tabulate the warning
I'll force feed you humble pie
And wash it down
With a cool glass of sour grape juice
You wanna rumble? Try it seems I've
Developed an appetite to devour fake crews
Make no excuses or question how we work
Clandestine drops and you react
Like a knee-jerk
I get it cracking like Guy Fawkes right
Step to the mic and watch
The stage lights blacken
Witnessing only swift flashes of chrome
And glare of eyes, verses to make
The hair on the back of your
Neck rise and stand up
At attention, now mention 'Destien new banter
Prey, and hell followed with him
Who'd you expect, Robbie Williams?
Nah cunt, let me entertain you
Guarantee nothing but a totally insane view
Back with the main crew who hate you
The last Syllabolik says who, now say you
Make me ill
I take a sniff of a chopped proton pill
And go for some overkill, when I puke nukes
Spewing if you realise the
Power of local shit
Till you're blowing it out or
Proportion like a bloated bitch
TV views, hate them more than before
All you act like you're zombies
And board your doors
Brains, brains, did I say it's insane?
Jump on the bandwagon like Michael Jackson
To make a change and Heal The World
Sue him for a fraction he's a child
Molester fuck you, TV boy
Fuck it, it's the end of my lecture, get out
"We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"Exquisite, exotic, exciting type shit"
"We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"Step to this shit " "We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"For all those who wanna profile and pose"
"We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"Bring it to 'em raw"
Yeah, yeah you step back as I enter the
Track and the spot's so
Exact, it's as if I'm attached
Locked and latched
Words be the perfect match
Ain't just hatched
You'll unscratch and I got the type
Of flow to leave you satched
To catch a glimpse of my
Blueprints and get the hints
Came through the door in ninety-four
Been repping ever since
Who got the nerve to even
Step to this here crew?
You sweat when we're near you
And left with severe bruise
Appear through transparent fake MC
Verbal jabs with the head will make 'em
Weak at the knees and then they'll
Buckle like a can in the fire
You're still stuck at the
Knuckle better plan to retire
We on a standard that's higher
Take you to another level on stairways
Potent shit we're tokin' bound to
Clog up your airways
Fair to say we ain't the type to fuck around
When it's time to get down you
Know who'll bring the real sound
Synchronise, burn turns truth to lies
The crow flies straight in
The Syllabolik skies
I'm a big Hislop to Aussie Hip-Hop beats
Get battered like shark flesh at
The fish and chip shop
The rip-off, we serve your type here
Not with beer but a burning and
A swift kick to the rear
Show no fear, show no mercy at shows
Since the rhymes of the nursery I've
Been ripping the dope flows
Hope grows, but it soon dies off
'Cause like a pie in the microwave
You're too fucking soft
I stand aloft and me dropping my burden
Is something you'll never see like
Ian Paisley in a turban
I'm wording crews up, herding yous up
And yous get chewed up like a
Pokie does to your two bucks
Some crews jump and any rapper talking shit
Will drown in the rivers of the words I spit
"We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"Exquisite, exotic, exciting type shit"
"We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"Step to this shit " "We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"For all those who wanna profile and pose"
"We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"Bring it to 'em raw"
Contaminated the listener
Mr d-Rapht the man that painted the picture
Spit your cryptic codes to
Split the roads and quick to throw a hit
If you stick your nose in like dicks
I'm chosen to unload and bring life
Into a world that's turning
Into hell by night sell your light to the
Darkness like Oprah's backside
But sticking it to 'em harder
Than Ron Jeremy's jap's eye
Capsize your vessel
You're wrestling with the great white
Rock a sharper set than
Danoz Direct steak knives
Take life for granted and
You're branded for slaughter
Take flight but landed in hot water
I'm borderline
But brought up with nothing but
Tough enough to never be
Caught up in anything that's gonna
Be falling short of
My vision of how I'm gonna be living my life
Better make the right decision
Is never given it twice
You can't flex or even step to this kid
But, I seize ya like an epileptic fit
Cat's caught amnesia
Forgetting that Mortar stepping
On stage is like Nicholas
Cage brandishing the weapon
We could face off or I
Could rip your face off
And spit shards of steel while your
Bitch kneels and tastes cock
Make of it what you want, I take what I will
Drop lyrics like acid
Here's a jagged little pill
That's hard to swallow, tough act too
Drown out your whole crew like
The Day After Tomorrow
Ice age flows, I change weather patterns
Re-arrange the structure of
The earth's crust, shatter atoms
Smack you back to the dark
Ages with one verse
Snap your head back like a
Car crash with one word
Shit verbally, you whack try hards
And Richard Gere's gerbil
I mean your act died in the arse
"We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"Exquisite, exotic, exciting type shit"
"We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"Step to this shit " "We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"For all those who wanna profile and pose"
"We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"Bring it to 'em raw"
Unleash my anger in the form of a scripture
Paint a picture with words
And emerge the victor
In a gladiator forum, picture which
You rip to bit's before
You tabulate the warning
I'll force feed you humble pie
And wash it down
With a cool glass of sour grape juice
You wanna rumble? Try it seems I've
Developed an appetite to devour fake crews
Make no excuses or question how we work
Clandestine drops and you react
Like a knee-jerk
I get it cracking like Guy Fawkes right
Step to the mic and watch
The stage lights blacken
Witnessing only swift flashes of chrome
And glare of eyes, verses to make
The hair on the back of your
Neck rise and stand up
At attention, now mention 'Destien new banter
Prey, and hell followed with him
Who'd you expect, Robbie Williams?
Nah cunt, let me entertain you
Guarantee nothing but a totally insane view
Back with the main crew who hate you
The last Syllabolik says who, now say you
Make me ill
I take a sniff of a chopped proton pill
And go for some overkill, when I puke nukes
Spewing if you realise the
Power of local shit
Till you're blowing it out or
Proportion like a bloated bitch
TV views, hate them more than before
All you act like you're zombies
And board your doors
Brains, brains, did I say it's insane?
Jump on the bandwagon like Michael Jackson
To make a change and Heal The World
Sue him for a fraction he's a child
Molester fuck you, TV boy
Fuck it, it's the end of my lecture, get out
"We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"Exquisite, exotic, exciting type shit"
"We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"Step to this shit " "We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"For all those who wanna profile and pose"
"We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"Bring it to 'em raw"
Yeah, yeah you step back as I enter the
Track and the spot's so
Exact, it's as if I'm attached
Locked and latched
Words be the perfect match
Ain't just hatched
You'll unscratch and I got the type
Of flow to leave you satched
To catch a glimpse of my
Blueprints and get the hints
Came through the door in ninety-four
Been repping ever since
Who got the nerve to even
Step to this here crew?
You sweat when we're near you
And left with severe bruise
Appear through transparent fake MC
Verbal jabs with the head will make 'em
Weak at the knees and then they'll
Buckle like a can in the fire
You're still stuck at the
Knuckle better plan to retire
We on a standard that's higher
Take you to another level on stairways
Potent shit we're tokin' bound to
Clog up your airways
Fair to say we ain't the type to fuck around
When it's time to get down you
Know who'll bring the real sound
Synchronise, burn turns truth to lies
The crow flies straight in
The Syllabolik skies
I'm a big Hislop to Aussie Hip-Hop beats
Get battered like shark flesh at
The fish and chip shop
The rip-off, we serve your type here
Not with beer but a burning and
A swift kick to the rear
Show no fear, show no mercy at shows
Since the rhymes of the nursery I've
Been ripping the dope flows
Hope grows, but it soon dies off
'Cause like a pie in the microwave
You're too fucking soft
I stand aloft and me dropping my burden
Is something you'll never see like
Ian Paisley in a turban
I'm wording crews up, herding yous up
And yous get chewed up like a
Pokie does to your two bucks
Some crews jump and any rapper talking shit
Will drown in the rivers of the words I spit
"We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"Exquisite, exotic, exciting type shit"
"We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"Step to this shit " "We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"For all those who wanna profile and pose"
"We got rhymes
Three-sixty-five days annual plus some"
"Bring it to 'em raw"