The Real Sh!t

(álbum: S.C.O.T. - 2013)

[Verse 1 Kerser:]
Our pay, got it sitting in a satty bag
Me and nebs spending big
Yeah we happy lad
What you know about working on an album?
Watch it sell pop pills counting thousands?
Put a bit aside for the boys on the inside
Play the music over phones so they hear us spit rhymes
I went from Nautica to Gucci
You rap fake cause you saw it in a movie
We rap life straight street when we represent
You ain't seen what we seen you ain't getting it
They used to laugh cause the brands was the no names
Now I rock gold and designer got no shame
Toe tag body bag any competition
Say you rootin bitches, but ya fucking cock is missing
ABK that's the crew, that's the lifeline
Ya hear a click click followed with a bye bye

[Hook x2:]
Kers and Nebs taking over the rap biz
You hear our catalogue and ya thinking yeah that's sick
Yeah that's sick, that's street, that's the real shit
Yeah that's speech that beat ya I feel it

[Verse 2 Nebs:]
Kers n' Nebs kickin back on the lean, stacking the green, slanging crack to fiends Smashing the scene uhh
No need for me to say who the winner is
We made too much cash from these tracks, it's ridiculous
I'm looking at these other rappers trying not to laugh
Popping xanny's in the studio I'm high as fuck!
Ya mrs heard my sexy voice on the nebulizer
Now she is begging me and texting me to get inside her
Coked up, I party keen on the party scene
Even fucking Charlie Sheen said he can't compete
When it comes to beats, n-e-b is hard to beat
Slurping on a cup of lean 'til my face is army green
This is the real shit, I'm I'll with I kill this
You been doing it for years and ya still shit
I made this beat and I hit the jackpot
Nebs leavin all you rappers looking like wack gronks!

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3 Kerser:]
I gotta fetish, yeah a fetish for the ashcay
I blew up now a buncha fucking lads hate
I think they mad cause I brag about pay
An they still pissed off on da back of the train
I'm in da club with my crew, yeah we're easy to find
Aussie rap needs balls, yeah leave it to I
Never ever hold a grudge cause we handle it quick
I'm on stage ya misses tryna' put her hand on my dick
Yeah this time around I be claiming I'm king
I keep it raw proper Australian, ya dig...
Fresh cunt, drip swag on ya new rugs
Hypocrite when I tell ya not to do drugs
If I'm out than ya likely to see
My fucking eyes out my head an' I'm grinding my teeth
Kers and Nebs, KNR call it what you will
And when nebs mixed this I was popping pills, for real!

[Hook x2]

[Outro x2:]
S-C-O-T Sickest Cunt Out There
NE to the motherfucking B's
This beat's (dope yeah) OR (is pumping)?