Splittin' The Racket

(アルバム： Chaos 93' - 2016)

I ain't hitting it back I'm splitting the racket
I ain't hitting it back I'm splitting the racket
I ain't hitting it back I'm splitting the racket
I ain't hitting it back I'm splitting the racket
I ain't hitting it back I'm splitting the racket
I ain't hitting it back I'm splitting the racket
I ain't hitting it back I'm splitting the racket
I ain't hitting it back I'm splitting the racket

I'm coming straight outta Brighton
A crazy motherfucker named Wizzy
Sirens in the city like I'm rollin 'round with Dizzy
You was in the basement with a plectrum getting picky
I was in the basement with a couple eigths I'm getting sticky
(It's like a) It's like a OOH!
Making a brudder go high pitched
All of these mandem are telling me that when I get on the mic it's a hype ting
Vibezing, don't wanna hear no violin
Big beat from the Dike like sick sick sick! that time again (it's that time again!)
Look, I ain't hitting it back I'm splitting the racket
You got that literal whackness spread upon your lyrical sandwich
All of my brothers be loving the way I be spitting erratic
Rapping as sick as the fashion, never my mind on 'em, I'll spit in the face of an enemy
Wizzy be moving like hazardous
For music I'm jet setting like Led Zeppelin
I hate talking love rapping I intend repping
Fuck bench pressing I cover my food in French Dressing
Playing football munching on a pasty call me Gregg Beckham
Oh no brudda ya listening to a megolomanic
Master of modesty that contrast is enigmatic
And I could pen it backwards
Plus I got my pick of the perfect places to pen a passage
Watch me pitter patter to different parts of a written pattern
Plus alliteration a wicked blag for a sicker stanza
Watch me dip in lava, my fickle thoughts in this sea of magma
Plus I got the slang to decipher gibber blacker than Sagna
Mad with the grammar I tell 'em

(It's yours)
Is it? Yeah brudda it's mine
Co-coconut, cro cro an' that yeah brudda I'm fine
O-poking that, slow toking that I roll it fat right?
No-no to that po-po I got no statement or time
(It's yours)
Is it? Yeah brudda it's mine
Co-coconut, cro cro an' that yeah brudda I'm fine
O-poking that, slow toking that I roll it fat right?
No-no to that po-po I got no statement or time

I ain't hitting it back I'm splitting the racket
You man are visibly vapid me I got that visceral package
All of my mandem are loving the way I be giving them classics
They're in-equivalent rappers I'm an extravagant brudda
I'm doing it rancid they call me the king and the captain (yeah)
They call me the king and the captain
Plus they accompany that with a couple of compliments
Catered to keep me from killing them
I never tolerate nonsense
I rush the world around to keep myself from slowing down
But slow it down on tracks so you can judge whether my word's profound

I'm Jamaican like Snoop Dogg
Hate bacon like Boondocks
My Dad looked at 2Chainz and the future
He said do what you gotta do son
So I did what I done did brudda I got flips
And I spit gutter I bopped in with a bic
Nah I'm fucking up shit this summer

(It's yours)
Is it? Yeah brudda it's mine
Co-coconut, cro cro an' that yeah brudda I'm fine
O-poking that, slow toking that I roll it fat right?
No-no to that po-po I got no statement or time
(It's yours)
Is it? Yeah brudda it's mine
Co-coconut, cro cro an' that yeah brudda I'm fine
O-poking that, slow toking that I roll it fat right?
No-no to that po-po I got no statement or time
(It's yours)
Is it? Yeah brudda it's mine
Co-coconut, cro cro an' that yeah brudda I'm fine
O-poking that, slow toking that I roll it fat right?
No-no to that po-po I got no statement or time
(It's yours)
Is it? Yeah brudda it's mine
Co-coconut, cro cro an' that yeah brudda I'm fine
O-poking that, slow toking that I roll it fat right?
No-no to that po-po I got no statement or time

I ain't hitting it back I'm splitting the racket
I ain't hitting it back I'm splitting the racket
I ain't hitting it back I'm splitting the racket
I ain't hitting it back I'm splitting the racket
I ain't hitting it back I'm splitting the racket