Krate Krusaders, Dr Syntax - On The Rise lyrics
[Krate Krusaders, Dr Syntax - On The Rise lyrics]
Whenever I get live and die: wreck!
Heating up the spot
But won’t crack like I’m Py-rex
I’m in control
I’m taking over like I’m Sky-net
Your whole show’s not even
Fucking with my lines, yet
I’ll make it happen for myself
Shouts to everyone else
We raising hell since rappers stole
The albums on 12
Double LPs flying off the shelves
Nowadays I’m still here
Just tightened up my belt
I’m not an Emo rapper crying out for help
My philosophy: "Shit’ll happen!"
Light another L
A lot of Britons mad, riled up as hell
I’m sort of a magician
Pacify them with a spell
Channel your aggression
Reject the depression
Hit the ballot box
Show Cameron your resentment
They cut public funds off the
Back of the recession
But, I bet they’re still
Living the ambassador’s reception
Nah fuck it though!
Hard times, they’ll come and go
But when I’m dead and buried
There’s a legacy of something dope
Stuff I wrote, some love and some don’t
Like or love or loath
Still I’m more consistent than stubble growth
Doc Sinners’ on the rise right now
Pole position eyes on the prize right now
Newcomers wanna get their style tight now
It’s the walkthrough
Listen and you might find out
From a juvenile to a geriatric
Ask anyone from any demographic
They’ll tell you that I smashed it
And when I pen a classic
You bet I let them have it
I always set the standard
It’s already well-established
Hard core like I rock a full-metal jacket
And start every set doing Penn & Teller magic
I won’t stop till I’m getting cash
Quicker than a Mafia protection racket
And I’m never brassic
Still I’m feeling like a rich man
I rip jams
Call me when you’re about to get
Started like the Big Bang
One man show equivalent to big bands
Slow hand clap the?
Can we give the kids a big hand?
Mock round of applause
Without an ounce of remorse
Reject with powerful force
Instead of shouting thoughts
Think? out with support
Oh wow! You got balls
Must have been selling out your thoughts
Or it’s the powder you snort
I’ve been doing this a long time
Putting in the long grind
One setting: on high
Never clocking stop signs
No pop hype
9 to 5 job type
Difference is I rock mics like I’m godlike
Doc Sinners’ on the rise right now
Pole position eyes on the prize right now
Newcomers wanna get their style tight now
It’s the walkthrough
Listen and you might find out
Heating up the spot
But won’t crack like I’m Py-rex
I’m in control
I’m taking over like I’m Sky-net
Your whole show’s not even
Fucking with my lines, yet
I’ll make it happen for myself
Shouts to everyone else
We raising hell since rappers stole
The albums on 12
Double LPs flying off the shelves
Nowadays I’m still here
Just tightened up my belt
I’m not an Emo rapper crying out for help
My philosophy: "Shit’ll happen!"
Light another L
A lot of Britons mad, riled up as hell
I’m sort of a magician
Pacify them with a spell
Channel your aggression
Reject the depression
Hit the ballot box
Show Cameron your resentment
They cut public funds off the
Back of the recession
But, I bet they’re still
Living the ambassador’s reception
Nah fuck it though!
Hard times, they’ll come and go
But when I’m dead and buried
There’s a legacy of something dope
Stuff I wrote, some love and some don’t
Like or love or loath
Still I’m more consistent than stubble growth
Doc Sinners’ on the rise right now
Pole position eyes on the prize right now
Newcomers wanna get their style tight now
It’s the walkthrough
Listen and you might find out
From a juvenile to a geriatric
Ask anyone from any demographic
They’ll tell you that I smashed it
And when I pen a classic
You bet I let them have it
I always set the standard
It’s already well-established
Hard core like I rock a full-metal jacket
And start every set doing Penn & Teller magic
I won’t stop till I’m getting cash
Quicker than a Mafia protection racket
And I’m never brassic
Still I’m feeling like a rich man
I rip jams
Call me when you’re about to get
Started like the Big Bang
One man show equivalent to big bands
Slow hand clap the?
Can we give the kids a big hand?
Mock round of applause
Without an ounce of remorse
Reject with powerful force
Instead of shouting thoughts
Think? out with support
Oh wow! You got balls
Must have been selling out your thoughts
Or it’s the powder you snort
I’ve been doing this a long time
Putting in the long grind
One setting: on high
Never clocking stop signs
No pop hype
9 to 5 job type
Difference is I rock mics like I’m godlike
Doc Sinners’ on the rise right now
Pole position eyes on the prize right now
Newcomers wanna get their style tight now
It’s the walkthrough
Listen and you might find out