Skreintax, Dr Syntax, Skrein - Scene Stealers lyrics

Oh my gosh! This is how we do round here!
Loud and clear Oh, yeah!
We’re gonna take it to the top! Listen up!

It’s the Scene Stealers, unique speakes
Giving people with evil demeanours
The features of eager beavers
You need to see us
Before it’s easy to conceive of a team
With belief equalling priests
Speaking of Jesus

It’s seamless ain’t no time to be dreamers
Just believe us look how ill the team is
As for the scene blood we rob
Jack and steal it
What a sack of eejit's! It’s
There for the taking

Just seize it like you mean it
It’s not for the squeamish


Clueless crews get abused like Beavis’ penis
The meagrest achievements of
Your previous releases
Speeches from me will seem
Like pieces of genius

It’s the Scene Stealers
Dream weavers, team leaders
Lean bastards rap now, breathe after
Ain’t that splendid i'm the
Light imagineers fake adventures

We eat cyphers rip rap the stage show
Deep rhymers, kidnap your stagecoach
We keep climbing, hungry from a day old
Stay cold, straight dough, knock out – KO!

Much more than an extra
I’m the cause and effect
Of an awesome ejection of enormous pleasure
To a four minute segment
Beyond the normal convention
Awarded acceptance
Whenever our forum’s in session
We always taught you a lesson

(Skrein)

Naffs and Sinners anti-bling-blingers
Cussing mans and dealers
Eating microwave dinners
You see the thing is i’m about to peak now
Treat the scene like pussy getting eat out

We stand as warriors
Who wants to have a pop at us?
It would have to be a man with
Lots of guts – that’s obvious
Tax got the lust for the rap scholar touch
When I speak fans are soaking
A vat of knowledge up

Blood we steal the scene like
Journalists in Baghdad kidnap your Grandad
Go pull up the sandbags stand back
Watch the whole scene get ransacked
By man Tax – we live like Anthrax

Bang that Dag track
Till the jam that’s packed
As a bad jazz mag is with rank fat slags
Promoters know they better have that cash
Cos once we stole the show
No one grabs that back

And it’s a fact that
I come to eat the scene like a flapjack
The captain of your ship like the Rat Pack
Don’t chat crap
You’ll always be behind me like my rap sack
Let ‘em test us
They’ll get squashed like a flat cat
Blat! Blat!

Hit you smack, dab in your nad bag
Tax chats slicker than a back
Crack and sack wax
Bounce like a lamb rack of sassy fat bats
I’m savage as a lass with gash
Rash on the jam rag

Yeah, yeah scene Stealers
Skrein, Doc Synners capturing the limelight
Don’t be standing chatting to your
Friends at my show
I want your full attention
Keep your eyes on this!
Imagineers beggar, beggar, beggar fam!