Pitch 92, Sparkz Music, Dr Syntax, Foreign Beggars - Drama lyrics

They be thinkin' it’s a joke no joke
Drop a whole bag o' drama
Road block co' dem know we go wilder
Hold off med him try step bless see the best
Set lef’ em all dead wi' no warmer
See dem ag a try block but they madder
Bars ill a killer make her
Dance make her martyr
Some man haffi man ha sweets for starters
Why try when we the hardest

Yeah flow killer, vivid the message iller
I mash it up and left the
Club bumpin for real uh
Some of them go under and
Wonder why we be winnin
I wallop them when I'm spittin and
Proper lyrics to finish 'em
Don't think that we're the villains
Still on to killin' it
Them on beginner tick
Man a bunned up for dinner kid
Front flippin in skunk slumped your ministry
I come wid it my whole
Team leads for funds init
Stomp riddim one written don kill em
None of it avant garde bars
Half ya missin this
Cold out dead these days for dull rappers
Flow chattin bout somethin you doubt happened
Man mappin a mad mission my fam kickin it
Damn quick cos the sands slippin
The fams missin it
Ramshackled to grandslams dance in it we
Land giddy city to city
Still they be thinkin' it’s the

Check, Yo ragaband bunch, pack a damn punch
It’s the battle ram strategey to
Gam a mans lunch i get the fat lumps when
They sellin' mans punk
Man you man are sad chumps
Steady gettin mad bumped
Cold blooded when I get on that hunt
That’s your career lookin' dead in mans trunk
I've never had fucks
Still ahead of mad cunts
Cos the others sound blunt while
These beggars jams dump
Me and OV been tight since 03
Never believe the hype kept it lowkey
Doc Syn's my boy, that’s the OG
Line up stacked with Sparkz
Thats the code deep
Foreign Beggars and a man like Pitch
Masters at work on some bow how shit
Better count how bitch or bow out blitz
Won't stop til we got
Your fuckin townhouse licked

Yo i ain't tryna hear your sob story
About your couple asses or your mob glory
You ain't legendary fam, you're not NORE
You ain't gotta say a dam thing
You lot bore me
I'm Rodney Mullen on a hot production
Stop your chat, cause probable
We rock the function
You fuckers always acting like
You're on to somethin'
But the honest truth is you're
Talkin' lot be becomin' nothin'
Terence Trent to your girls pants
Trend setter banged out the game
Round trippin' turn hittin' the car via Agra
You're talkin' like I owe you petty
Cash like a slag does
Cold earnin your slow burning
Some next bridges live in ex
Still workin' em like im Jeff Bridges
These bredders death wish
Steady sweatin' em to get the pictures

Syntax on a Pitch track it's that
Combination you could call the
Opposite of miss match
Creme de la creme not a
Sense of the riff raff
Top level if we're talkin impact in fact
Been there done that
Don't call it a comeback
Still I got that heat like a suntrap
Style still fresh like it's
Just been unwrapped
I take away but never subtract i just add
When you want that pep in your step
The technique technician comes very adept
It'll be demolition or some
Heavy weapon effect
And so dismissing it is something
You should never attempt come on
I break it down like however you want
But, you want how I got it
So nobody could ever front
Even if I bear the brunt of the workload
I will bring the house down towering inferno
Synners set it off every time
I hear the word go
Did I do the job never ever have I heard no
Ergo mastermind of superb flow
If at first you're not on it
Don't worry it'll burn slow
Play it to the most hostile
One question how could you not smile
Pioneers are my peers, revered not reviled
And the simple thing here we've been
On it for a while

They be thinkin' it's a joke no joke
Drop a whole bag o' drama
Road block co' dem know we go wilder
Hold off med him try step bless see the best
Set lef' em all dead wi' no warmer
See dem ag a try block but they madder
Bars ill a killer make her
Dance make her martyr
Some man haffi man ha sweets for starters
Why try when we the hardest