We run in your dreams.
We run in
the X certified to the Y's. It's pressure
and draft and we're after the LOD.
Verbally flawless,
pressure and draft,
servantly rawness.
I take your piss on your parade and
skirmish your fortress, certainly dauntless.
You heard that we murdered the thoughtless.
Life's a gamble and pressure's a certainty for this game of hearts.
Step, break and half,
don't make me laugh.
If you're a conscript you still couldn't take the draft.
I'm sick
of these maggots claiming that they eat rappers.
You are what you eat and these rappers are
weak faggots.
Suckers think they're smoother than chilled silk.
Your *'s butter, well
I heat it up, quick line over spilled milk.
Given the stress when close talkers give it
their best.
Your flow ain't intoxicating,
that's the gin on your breath.
So keep your
mouth closed for the best.
From the south coast to the west,
the house flows to your
chest.
We ain't never gonna change, this is lifelong.
The only change that I got's the
sixth sense I survive on.
S to the B to the A, CLASS!
Certified to the Y, CLASS!
We running your dreams, we running this thing.
Better get on the right,
right,
right,
right team.
S to the B to the A, CLASS!
Certified to the Y, CLASS!
It's pressure and draft and we're after the LOD.
Consider us the hitman that's knocking you off.
Verbally I'm unstable,
unable to stop the voices.
Sarcotic tone and fatal the way that I spit the poison.
No avoiding the noise,
I loiter your * comfort zone.
Know to never step into this gladiator's thunderdome.
Unknown to most, home is where the heart lies.
Home should be with Kylie Minogue and with Bec Hart right now.
But I'm tied down, bound and gagged.
Walked all over and dumped on the ground
and dragged around on jagged rocks.
To the boondocks and back if D-rafts in town.
Every boombox is jacked,
no lack,
so Daisy could rap.
Just black,
resin white,
the whack roll like Ebeneezer Scrooge.
A lack presence or a gift to uplift and rip through the rafters.
Rip through ringmasters,
a solid line hard is a remedy.
An apparatus on the enemy, sending me nuts.
Can't better the breed of this pedigree.
Ready or not, we're ready, let it be known.
It's draft and pressure from the land and their Kelly's home.
And no man can step to this low man's ability.
Feeling my force like the artillery of the military.
A guillotine has shredded your bill of freedom.
Now he's made you believe that we actually need him.
Misleading our name, driving us off a cliff.
The only way he could show them who he is.
S to the B to the X. Certified to the Y. We running your dreams.
We running this thing.
Better get on the right,
right,
right,
right team.
S to the B to the X. Certified to the Y. It's
pressure and draft and we're after the lot.
Consider us the hitmen that's knocking you off.
S to the B to the X. Certified to the Y. We running your dreams.
We running this thing.
Better get on the right,
right,
right,
right team.
S to the B to the X. Certified to the Y. It's
pressure and draft and we're after the lot.
Consider us the hitmen that's knocking you off.