ChillinIT, Nerve - Where You Been? lyrics
Blake James Turnell
[ChillinIT, Nerve - Where You Been? lyrics]
It's that N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
Chill-Chill, brother, I'm chill
They be like, "Nerve
Where the fuck you been?"
They know where the flow's been at
So dope with the raps that you
Feel like you smoked a bag
Every time I approach the track
It's the Nerve and the Chill
And we murder bills like Kim Jong
We be ill with the verbal skills
It kicks off like a drill
So observe the real
Or piss off, like for real
We deserve the mills
Like, I know you don't know what I know
'Cause I'm so dope like a dose of hydro
These guys don't know what flows are tight
So i go for broke till I broke the mic, yo
I go for broke till I broke the bank
You wanna be captain, but your flows are rank
I bust bars, bust bars like a loaded tank
And know it's click-clack boom
I explode your game
Blake be hard when I spray the bar
Jump on the mic
Get strung like a bass guitar
Chase the art till I make my mark
While the crews chop sticks like an Asian bar
New bars, pop tops like Tooheys
Jump on a beat, get chopped, suey
Rock and I roll till the systems are down
I'm it, like the clown, run it up like Fui
Moimoi, smoke to my lungs
Never had a brother that has broken my trust
I'd head back to Nerve's with
Ten packs of Verve
And rack up with girls that
Were smokin' the buds
Nah, passion like fruit
Weed in the back of my boot
Still back at my dudes
Can't stop with the raga-bond dues
Till we hit primetime on the Channel 9 news
All these other actors are whack
They been turkeys
They dry and they overpriced like beef jerky
I'm high, no I'm not, I lied, I keep dirty
I'm grimy, I flow like Christ
The priest heard me
Blazin' tracks in my VaporMax
Face the facts, I'm the greatest
You ain't a match
Take it back, like the Sega
I'm breakin' backs
I make raps so amazing, you pay to jack
My team make tracks on the regular (Yeah)
Big Macs, so we stackin' the cheddar up
Chill kickin' back while he fries
Up a quarter pound
We trying to get the cash, hold the lettuce
Uh think you're hard but you're average
I'm raw
I got bars full of madness, psych ward
Yeah, your ice whore's an eyesore
And she got eye sores, she
Keeps it in a pipe, raw
I'm never stopping
I'm dropping it like a pigeon
I'm killing it and they keeping
'em talking like a ventriloquist
Predicaments predicted I switch it
The penicillin pen is iller with the riddle
Like Ritalin when I'm spittin' it
C to the H to the IL-L
Chillin' with the Chill and they
Whippin' it like they liquorice
The rhythm gettin' ridden with writtens
I'm 'bout to finish and smoke weed, brah
How's that for a flow scheme? Uh
Jump on a plane then puff me a J
Getting raw with the levels
I'm a chill MC but I
Kill MCs like scorpion venom
MCs get squeezed like lemon
Still been stuck in a rut like Kevin
If Nerve spit's raps like an MP5 lad
Then Chill's brought the green like lettuce
If you ain't heard of the Nerve
And the Chill by now
Then homie, where the fuck you been?
Where the fuck you been?
Tell me right now, where the fuck you been?
If you ain't heard of the Nerve
And the Chill by now
Then homie, where the fuck you been?
Where the fuck you been?
Tell me right now, where the fuck you been?
Promoters ask for me and they get the crew
Twenty men on stage like a Skepta shoot
Bet the fans gonna boo when they mention you
I go HAM in the booth till I dent the roof
I go HAM in the booth till I break the mic
I hate lives, just yours
I ain't hating mine
I stay tryin' to refrain
From the blatant lies
But when I sent you a dope
I was wasting time
I'm all about my crew and me
Bombin' up YouTube on computer screens
I send shots and they cut like a movie scene
But homie, you could never edit me
I'm too pristine
Chill, man, think they need a break (Yep)
These punchlines too deep
I can see the veins
We'll be live on a Saturday night
We getting hype from the
Mic while they actin', tina Fey
Wait, girl got the doobs, I puff it
20K views, that's nothin' (Nothin')
Fuck it, buds in a vacuum seal
And it comes in a six pack deal
That's nuggets
Love it, drive with snapped ID, lad
Shut it up like a Black Eyed Peas rap
This ain't no Fergie-Ferg
Burn your first beat down till the black
I beat that stay fly like turbulence
Go berserk when I murder the verse I spit
And if cops come around on
The block for the pot i just say what I
Rock's for medicinal purposes
Puff on the stacks of bud
Lights and the camera, where be the action
Cuz? Me and Wombat stay kicking back with
The packs of the kush
In the boot of a Mazda truck
No one came to your headline, how sad
Everybody steady, asking
"Where the crowd at?"
I drop beats that make your legs go numb
And the track's so loud that I
Push 'em in a pound bag
Chillin's hell backstage with the chick fans
Skrub's surfing the crowd like it's his jam
Mackinos wildin' on the decks, goin' skitz
Man
Wombat's gacked at the back off a quick gram
We make the fans ask for more you a sham
Trying to jam like your bars are raw
We're the mans with plan, outclass you all
Got more shows than Stan
Look how far we've gone (How far)
And look how far we gon' go
We just at the start, but we hardly slow
We living this out like Salvadore Dali
Go all Picasso, we can't be broke
So I was chilling with my brothers
With the herbs and a bong packed (Yeah)
Plus shows with the Nerve and the Wombat
Skrub down on the deck with a mac at the fact
Talakai's been stoned, where the bongs at?
Pass the bars and I pass the flame
Pass the J, try savour the aftertaste
And my bars are the bomb like Duke
I might nuke 'em
With new shit, blow 'em like Saddam Hussein
Three tracks, one month, get bodied
Never gonna stop, gonna drop, get bodied
Shouts to the brothers from
The Northside gang
Ridin' 'round in a hottie, yelling out
"Get bodied" all about them flows
'Bout that money, I'm about them hoes
Probably why the girls got them curves
And the lips like a
Motherfuckin' outback road
If you ain't heard of the Nerve
And the Chill by now
Then homie, where the fuck you been?
Where the fuck you been?
Tell me right now, where the fuck you been?
If you ain't heard of the Nerve
And the Chill by now
Then homie, where the fuck you been?
Where the fuck you been?
Tell me right now, where the fuck you been?
If you ain't heard of the Nerve
And the Chill by now
Then homie, where the fuck you been?
Where the fuck you been?
Tell me right now, where the fuck you been?
If you ain't heard of the Nerve
And the Chill by now
Then homie, where the fuck you been?
Where the fuck you been?
Tell me right now, where the fuck you been?