MC Mantra, Drapht - Bad News lyrics

Mandiggy D rapht cut strings of the zither
We thick as thieves
None quicker than the blistering speed
Of these mischievous fiends
The team rip at the seams of
What you think and believe
Till it’s a mystery too hidden
For you to perceive blink and you’re missing
Imperative information
Pertaining to the position of
A twisted machine
That exhibit proficiency that’s still
Picking up steam
While others in the midst of
The scene are swimming upstream
Finger on kill switch crippling citizens
The sickest kids in any particular instances
Minute for minute, more serious incidents
Than Israel up against Palestinian militants

Thorn in your side when


You're trying to relax
You don't want that, we bad news
In the corner of your mind every
Time you hear the track
Yeah we back, we bad news
Messengers of madness, the baddest
Looser than lassoes, testing your taboos
Attacking, smashing with passion
Like a full metal jacket, get it we bad news

Now it's sunny but inside it's raining flames
Created by statements made
By deranged patrons impatient outpatients
Taking in our medication
At least till it get us wasted

See I seem a little crazy
Insane on stage rain dance
Like I’m a native Indian ain’t the same
As anyone on your playlist
Everyone tryna play this
Little game where they claim that
They named and arranged
And they wrote every single note on my album
I ain't no nostalgic ghost of thousand
Christmas pasts but I will
Run through your houses
With untouchable presents in your
Relatives' lounge rooms
Yo what up Mr drapht?
Well hello there Robert
Cool borrow your key card?
I got a sea of fucking people on my back
That thinking I got the cash as
Soon as I got the plaque (nah)
Talk about those selfish friendships
Acting like it's two-thousand-twelve and
The world's ending
(Each to their own bud) l know but
It‘s just disheartening when
Friends with throw you under your own bus
So much for loyalty
Just another fish in the sea in
A scene of BP oil rigs
Kill 'em by kilometres only
Milliseconds to kill em
Lllzilla and Syllabollix in session

Thorn in your side when
You're trying to relax
You don't want that, we bad news
In the corner of your mind every
Time you hear the track
Yeah we back, we bad news
Messengers of madness, the baddest
Looser than lassoes, testing your taboos
Attacking, smashing with passion
Like a full metal jacket, get it we bad news

As everything rises another resident
Wrestles with great heights, hi
I'm suicidal hey
Well I lie awake late writing about
How my life's great and hate societies weight
Reprobate, rapscallion, ratbag scallywags
Flagrant vagrant scoundrels prowling habitats
Alley cats, in the shadows
Clutching a battleaxe
Swingin indiscriminate wherever shitty
Rappers at!
Living beyond rules the tomfoolers
Playing the industry for a joke
Like Scott Dools is
Jesters in the kings court but
At the same time
Pestering the king poisoning his eighth wife
Entered the cemetery late night
And buried her next to Jimmy
Recard’s temporary grave site
Mantrizzle within a mile of a mic
Will cause more casualties than Paul
When he stage dive!

Thorn in your side when
You're trying to relax
You don't want that, we bad news
In the corner of your mind every
Time you hear the track
Yeah we back, we bad news
Messengers of madness, the baddest
Looser than lassoes, testing your taboos
Attacking, smashing with passion
Like a full metal jacket, get it we bad news

Big ups Mr D rapht mantreazy in the house
Big shouts to the whole Syllabolix
Uh, hold tight