Lyrics The Sylla Squad - Hunter , Drapht , MJ

Check
As soon as I've animated the track, contaminated the listener
Mr. D-rapht, the man that painted the picture
Spit your cryptic codes to split the roads and
Quick to throw a hit if you stick your nose in
Like dicks, I'm chosen to unload and bring life
Into a world that's turning into hell by night
Sell your light to the darkness like Oprah's backside
But stick it to 'em harder than Ron Jeremy's jap side
Capsize your vessel, you're wrestlin' with the great white
Rock a sharper set than Thanos directs steak knives
Take life for granted and you're branded for slaughter
Take flight but landed in hot water, I'm borderline
But brought up with nothin' but tough enough to never be caught up
In anything that's gonna be fallin' short of
My vision of how I'm gonna be livin' my life
Better make the right decision, he's never givin' it twice

You can't flex or even step to this kid, but I seize ya
Like an epileptic fit, cats caught amnesia
Forgettin' that mortar steppin'
On stages like Nicolas Cage brandishin' a weapon
We could face off or I could rip your face off
And spit shards of steel while your bitch kneels and tastes cock
Mate, give her what you want, I take what I will
Drop lyrics like acid, here's a jagged little pill
That's hard to swallow, tough act too
Drown out your whole crew like the day after tomorrow
Ice age flows, I change weather patterns
Rearrange the structure of the earth's crust, shatter atoms
Smack you back to the dark ages with one verse
Snap your head back like a car crash with one word
Shit verbally, you wack try-hards
Are Richard Gere's gerbil, I mean your act died in the ass
[Chorus (Samples)
"Got rhymes three-sixty-five days annual, plus some"
"Exquisite, exotic, exciting type shit"
"Got rhymes three-sixty-five days annual, plus some"
"After this, you're good as gone"
"Got rhymes three-sixty-five days annual, plus some"
"For all those who wanna profile and pose"
"Got rhymes three-sixty-five days annual, plus some"
"Bring it to 'em raw"

Unleash my anger in the form of a scripture
Paint a picture with words and emerge the victor
In a gladiator forum, picture which
You're ripped to bits before you tabulate the warnin'
I'll force-feed you humble pie and wash it down with a cool glass
Of sour grape juice, you wanna rumble? Try
It seems I've developed an appetite to devour fake crews
Make no excuses or question how we work
Clandestine drops and you react like a knee jerk
I get it crackin' like Guy Fawkes, right?
Step to the mic and watch the stage lights blacken
Witnessing only swift flashes of chrome and glare of eyes
Verses to make the hair on the back of your neck rise
And stand up at attention, now mention
Dastine and banter

Pray, and hell followed with him
Who you expect? Robbie Williams?
Nah, cunt, let me entertain you
Guaranteed nothin' but a totally insane view
Back with the main crew who hate you
The last Syllabolix say sue, now save you
Make me ill, I take a sniff of a chopped proton pill
And go for some overkill when I puke nukes
Spewing, few realise the power of local shit
So you're blown out of proportion like a bloated bitch
TV views, hate 'em more than before
All you act like you were zombies and board your doors
Brains, brains, did I say it's insane?
Jump on the bandwagon like Michael Jackson to make a change
And heal the world, suing for a fraction
"He's a child molester"
Fuck you, TV boy
Fuck it, it's the end of my lecture, get out
[Chorus (Samples)
"Got rhymes three-sixty-five days annual, plus some"
"Exquisite, exotic, exciting type shit"
"Got rhymes three-sixty-five days annual, plus some"
"After this, you're good as gone"
"Got rhymes three-sixty-five days annual, plus some"
"For all those who wanna profile and pose"
"Got rhymes three-sixty-five days annual, plus some"
"Bring it to 'em raw"

Yeah, yeah
Well, step back as I enter the track in a spot so exact
It's as if I'm attached, locked and
Latched, words be the perfect match
I ain't just hatched, still unscratched
And I got the type of flow to leave you snatched
So catch a glimpse of my blueprints and get the hints
Came through the door in '94, been reppin' ever since
Who got the nerve to even step to this here crew?
You sweat when we're near you and left a severe bruise
I peer through transparent fake emcees
Verbal jabs to the head will make 'em weak at the knees
And then they buckle like a cannon of fire
You're still stuck at the knuckle? Better plan to retire
We on a standard that's higher
Take it to another level like stairways
Potent shit we tokin' bound to clog up your airways
It's fair to say we ain't the type to fuck around
When it's time to get down, you know who bring the real sound

Synchronise, burn, turn truth to lies
The crew flies straight in the Syllabolix skies
I'm the Vic Hislop to Aussie hip-hop
Beats get battered like shark flesh at the fish and chip shop
The rip-off, we serve you type here
Not with beer but a burning and a swift kick to the rear
Show no fear, show no mercy at shows
Since the rhymes of the nursery, I've been rippin' the dope flows
Hope grows, but it soon dies off
'Cause like a pie in the microwave, you're too fuckin' soft
I stand aloft and me droppin' my burden
Is somethin' you'll never see like Ian Paisley in a turban
I'm wordin' crews up, heardin' yous up
And yous get chewed up like a pokie does to your two bucks
Some crews jump and any rapper talkin' shit
Will drown in the rivers of the words I spit
[Chorus (Samples)
"Got rhymes three-sixty-five days annual, plus some"
"Exquisite, exotic, exciting type shit"
"Got rhymes three-sixty-five days annual, plus some"
"After this, you're good as gone"
"Got rhymes three-sixty-five days annual, plus some"
"For all those who wanna profile and pose"
"Got rhymes three-sixty-five days annual, plus some"
"Bring it to 'em raw"
"Got rhymes three-sixty-five days annual, plus some"
"Exquisite, exotic, exciting type shit"
"Got rhymes three-sixty-five days annual, plus some"
"After this, you're good as gone"
"Got rhymes three-sixty-five days annual, plus some"
"For all those who wanna profile and pose"