Lyrics Drama - Pitch 92, Foreign Beggars, Sparkz

Drama

-Sparkz-
They be thinkin' it’s a joke no joke
Drop a whole bag o' drama
Road block co' dem know we go wilder
Hold off med him try step bless see the best set lef' em all dead wi' no warmer
See dem ag a try block but they madder
Bars ill a killer make her dance make her martyr
Some man haffi man ha sweets for starters
Why try when we the hardest
Yeah flow killer, vivid the message iller
I mash it up and left the club bumpin for real uh
Some of them go under and wonder why we be winnin
I wallop them when I’m spittin and proper lyrics to finish 'em
Don’t think that we’re the villains still on to killin' it
Them on beginner tick, man a bunned up for dinner kid
Front flippin in skunk slumped your ministry
I come wid it my whole team leads for funds init
Stomp riddim one written don kill em
None of it avant garde bars half ya missin this
Cold out dead these days for dull rappers
Flow chattin bout somethin you doubt happened
Man mappin a mad mission my fam kickin it
Damn quick cos the sands slippin the fams missin it
Ramshackled to grandslams dance in it we land giddy city to city
Still they be thinkin' it’s the
-Foreign Beggars-
Check, Yo
Ragaband bunch, pack a damn punch
It’s the battle ram strategey to gam a mans lunch
I get the fat lumps when they sellin' mans punk
Man you man are sad chumps steady gettin mad bumped
Cold blooded when I get on that hunt
That’s your career lookin' dead in mans trunk
I’ve never had fucks
Still ahead of mad cunts
Cos the others sound blunt while these beggars jams dump
Me and OV been tight since 03
Never believe the hype kept it lowkey
Doc Syn’s my boy, that’s the OG
Line up stacked with Sparkz thats the code deep
Foreign Beggars and a man like Pitch
Masters at work on some bow how shit
Better count how bitch or bow out blitz
Won’t stop til we got your fuckin townhouse licked
-Foreign Beggars-
Yo
I ain’t tryna hear your sob story
About your couple asses or your mob glory
You ain’t legendary fam, you’re not N.O.R.E
You ain’t gotta say a dam thing, you lot bore me
I’m Rodney Mullen on a hot production
Stop your chat, cause probable, we rock the function
You fuckers always acting like you’re on to somethin'
But the honest truth is you’re talkin' lot be becomin' nothin'
Terence Trent to your girls pants
Trend setter banged out the game
Round trippin' turn hittin' the car via Agra
You’re talkin' like I owe you petty cash like a slag does
Cold earnin your slow burning some next bridges
Live in ex
Still workin' em like im Jeff Bridges
These bredders… death wish
Steady sweatin' em to get the pictures
-Dr Syntax-
Syntax on a Pitch track it’s that
Combination you could call the opposite of miss match
Creme de la creme not a sense of the riff raff
Top level if we’re talkin impact in fact
Been there done that, don’t call it a comeback
Still I got that heat like a suntrap
Style still fresh like it’s just been unwrapped
I take away but never subtract
I just add
When you want that pep in your step
The technique technician comes very adept
It’ll be demolition or some heavy weapon effect
And so dismissing it is something you should never attempt
Come on
I break it down like however you want
But you want how I got it so nobody could ever front
Even if I bear the brunt of the workload I will bring the house down towering
inferno
Synners set it off every time I hear the word go
Did I do the job never ever have I heard no
Ergo
Mastermind of superb flow
If at first you’re not on it dont worry it’ll burn slow
Play it to the most hostile
One question how could you not smile
Pioneers are my peers, revered not reviled
And the simple thing here we’ve been on it for a while
-Sparkz-
They be thinkin' it’s a joke no joke
Drop a whole bag o' drama
Road block co' dem know we go wilder
Hold off med him try step bless see the best set lef' em all dead wi' no warmer
See dem ag a try block but they madder
Bars ill a killer make her dance make her martyr
Some man haffi man ha sweets for starters
Why try when we the hardest