| S to the B to the X
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| Certified to the Wise
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| We running your dreams, we running this scene
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| S to the B to the X
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| Certified to the Wise
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| It’s Pressure and Drapht and we’re after the lot
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| Verbally flawless, Pressure and Drapht serving the rawness
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| I take a piss on your parade and skirmish your fortress
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| Certainly dauntless, you heard that we murder the thoughtless
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| Life’s a gamble and Pressure’s a certaintly for this
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| Game of hearts, step — break in half
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| Don’t make me laugh, if you’re a conscript you still couldn’t take the draft
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| I’m sick of these maggots claiming that they eat rappers
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| You are what you eat — and these rappers are weak faggots
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| Suckers think they’re smoother than chilled silk, huh
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| Your shit’s butter while I eat it up, quick crying over spilt milk
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| Giving the stress, when close talkers give it their best
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| Your flow ain’t intoxicating — that’s the gin on your breath
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| So keep your mouth closed for the best
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| From the South Coast to the West
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| The house flows to your chest
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| We ain’t never gonna change, this is life long
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| The only change that I got’s the sixth sense I survive on
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| S to the B to the X
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| Certified to the Wise
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| We running your dreams, we running this scene
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| «Better get on the right team»
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| S to the B to the X
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| Certified to the Wise
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| It’s Pressure and Drapht and we’re after the lot
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| «Consider us the hitmen that’s knocking you off»
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| Verbally I’m unstable, unable to stop the voices
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| Psychotic turn to fatal the way that I spit the poison
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| No avoiding the noise, I loiter your fucking comfort zone
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| Know to never step into this Gladiator’s thunder dome
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| Unknown to most, home is where the heart lies
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| Home should be with Kylie Minouge and with Bec Cartwright
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| Now but I’m tied down, bound and gagged
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| Walked all over and dumped on the ground and dragged
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| Around on jagged rocks, to the boondocks and back
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| If Derapht’s in town, every boombox is jacked
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| No lacksadaisical rap, just black resin
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| While the wack roll like Ebenezer Scrooge, you lack presence
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| Or a gift to uplift and rip through the rafters
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| Rip through ring masters, a solid lion heart
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| Is the remedy, an apparatus on the enemy
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| Sending me nuts, can’t better the breed of this pedigree
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| Ready or not, we’re ready, let it be known it’s
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| Drapht and Pressure from the land of Ned Kelly’s home
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| And no man can step to this flowman’s ability
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| Feeling my force like the artillery of the military
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| A guillotine, I shredded your Bill of Freedom
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| Now he’s made you believe that we actually need him
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| Misleading our name, driving us off a cliff
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| The only way he could show them who he is
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| S to the B to the X
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| Certified to the Wise
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| We running your dreams, we running this scene
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| «Better get on the right team»
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| S to the B to the X
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| Certified to the Wise
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| It’s Pressure and Drapht and we’re after the lot
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| «Consider us the hitmen that’s knocking you off»
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| S to the B to the X
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| Certified to the Wise
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| We running your dreams, we running this scene
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| «Better get on the right team»
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| S to the B to the X
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| Certified to the Wise
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| It’s Pressure and Drapht and we’re after the lot
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| «Consider us the hitmen that’s knocking you off» |