Illy, Raven, Prime - 6 Shooter lyrics

Yo, this joint right here is dedicated to
All the motherfuckers who fell off (yeah)
And the motherfuckers who’s about to fall off

It's uh Mr 'If The-If The City Had A'
Turn the bass up till the place
Jump and the window shatter
Miss me with the banter, my man
I been a factor
The benefactor with ink - your
Man's the missing chapter
Phizzle, this a banger
Illy let's get it cracking
Twist the fabric of time with a rhyme
My style is systematic
I scribble something so ill you wish
That you didn’t catch it
Twist a fat one and sprinkle this
Here with a little magic
When you and your friends rhyme it's bedtime
I'm snoring


Whether or not I headline, yes I’m supporting
Flavour drip through the speaker
When I’m recording
If charisma’s a disease I could
Be dead by the morning
My man, we are the entire fuck out here
Lights up, Ryan's up, fire up the sound gear
Been accused of the recklessness but
I don’t dispute the evidence
I just reload the clip
And shoot the messenger

Hey it's that bloke from the water’s edge
One stroke gets your daughter wet
You're getting served like you
Haven’t ordered yet
I score a rep by putting verses in the morgue
Till my services are more sought
After than a whore’s
I’m getting plenty buddy
How you getting yours?
I’m getting paid the pen and page
Add a little more
We smack a stage till it needs to be restored
And I do this shit because I
Love it not because I’m bored
Moved away from Beauy but it’s
Pumping through my heart
Now I represent the Frankston line
And going fucking hard aiming for the stars
Been rolling from the start
Now I’m sharing tracks with
Motherfuckers holding golden plaques
Braithwaite Steeze, Wild animal mentality
And haters getting mad at
Rappers doubling their salary
They’re talking shit
I ain’t hearing what they telling me
The colour that they seeing's greener
Than a stick of celery celery

Yeah
I’m the owner of a gallery, your tour guide
And you can leave with stained shirts
'Cause tryna understand how my
Brain works is suicide
I got a beautiful mind covered in sewer slime
And if you look a little
Closer there’s a clue inside
To get past the putrid grime
Like few have tried
Then you could possibly ruin your eyes
Am I crazy? You decide
All I know is my rhymes are so pimped that
I write them in a suit and tie
I’m Superman flying through the sky
But, you guys wouldn’t recognise a
Hero in a new disguise
Life’s like shooting the dice or gambling
But, you just rambling
Standing with your hand on the mic
I ain’t battling an amateur
Get your calibre right
I’ll leave you pussies afraid
Like you’re Hannibal’s wife

Check the floodgates
(what) that door needs closing shut
They’re like a fuckface in porn scenes
I know they suck
Put ‘em on parole so they can
Walk free to go get fucked
Get your own style 'cause y'all seem
To be clones of us
With no character, boring stoner cunts
It’s so embarrassing
It’s like the Portuguese showing up
The Spanish with Brazil
The whole East is owned by us
I have 'em crashing at will
Like torpedoes blowing up (boom)
Hit the battleship and all
Fleets that floated sunk
Quicker than a cattle whip on
Raw meat drove to cuts
The prodigal son, since fourteen token bud
Still tropical sun with tall
Trees and coconuts
My art sells for peanuts like
Poor street folk that busk
The Cartel Team bust with more
Heat than smoking guns (blam)
One of the finest, if you fought me you only
Just survived if you’re Irish
Four leaf clover luck

Uh if you were gifted then it must
Have been a lump of coal
But still you’re full of yourself like
One of them Russian dolls
If you’re shooting for the top
You should adjust the goals
If I walked a mile in your
Shoes it would crush my soul saw you live
Who would pay though to book yah?
If you tried to get some girls
There then they overlooked yah men, men
Men like that lame show with Kutcher
Total sausage fest like a
Trade show for butchers
Uh, this is Adelaide talking
I’m an animal coursing
Through my preys, natural habitat stalking
Just hungry
If there’s beef then I’m jabbing my fork in
At the mere fuckin' mention of
A battle they walking
And if not then they got more
Than your standard death wish
Weird, most of them are sweeter
Than a candy necklace
Always got something left to write
Like I was ambidextrous (yeah)
And if my music’s declined how
Come my fans accept it? (yo)

Chopping up with blunt papes
Rocking with a verse
Hopping off the runway, dropping in a vert
Either way I’m rolling, optimal at worst
You ain’t seeing me unless you
Got binoculars at work (bi-atch)
But don’t get mad about it, be a man about it
Chin up, it's brand-spanking steeze
Hand back the hand-me downers
Swap those rhymes and swallow pride
They still paying dues off
'em on borrowed time
And cue my flows monsoon shit
You pals dog food
Barking up the wrong eucalypt
Six-shooters, grip mics
We see red and blast like a hoover crip
Higher than thread counts on
Your goose down dooners, bitch
It's big kahuna shit
And I ain’t heard of you
Small fries in big towns, man up or sit down
Mercenary spit's, hired guns on the disc
Bound to kill by the contract
And keep putting hit's out