
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dawn Raid
Song language: English
Not Many |
Pito Saute Aukilagi!!! |
It ain’t good, it ain’t good 'cos you’ll get jumped in my hood |
Pito Saute Aukilagi!!! |
It ain’t good, it ain’t good 'cos you’ll get jumped in my hood, ah! |
It’s the remix! |
yeah, uh, yeah, c’mon…ah, savage |
I’m hearin’you still talking that shit but none of your actions here are |
speakin’to me |
I’m talkin’it, walkin’it, my stompin’style will stop your movement' |
Hold up who’s this? |
(aarrah!) Still leavin’you with cuts and bruises |
So cut the bullshit before I rrrrock your face with a pool stick |
Dirty, Dawnraid and Frontline, P-Money, Scribe, Savage and Con Psy |
Everybody is feelin’that shit, I’m out your speakers like Ill Semantics |
On stage for the crowd reaction, Everyone just bounce your asses |
Keep it movin', uh-huh, New Zealand music |
South Auckland raise your arms! |
Let me see you throw it up! |
And I will always represent my crew decep-deceptikonz! |
What! |
How many dudes you know roll like this? |
How many dudes you know flow like this? |
Not many, if any |
Not many, if any |
How many dudes you know got the skills to go and rock a show like this? |
Uh-uh, uh-uh, I don’t know anybody… |
cha-hoo, yeah, yeah, c’mon, Savage… aaaarrock a show like this! |
I don’t know anybody |
You know who this is, act right |
It’s the kid comin’up that’s flow is untapped |
Wrote enough drafts, know enough raps, off the head skill that’ll crush cats |
But it’s hard to spit without comin’off arrogant |
And y’all insist on droppin’comparisons |
And y’all who sit, mouths runnin’and chatterin' |
Get off my dick, you’re so fuckin’embarrassing |
Y’all don’t want no part of this, upon this ish |
I serve the ill like a pharmacist, I’m on to this |
I’ve been broke like promises |
so if you get me started kid you’re gonna see the consequence and y’all |
Don’t want that |
'Cos I stay on, gimme you’re words to play on and I’ma make your writtens look thick like you lost your pen and wrote it in crayon |
But yo, y’all should play the back like scenery |
I’m dope, the writings on the wall like graffiti |
So, y’all can’t even hold your own |
You get a manicure if you’re goin’toe to toe |
Suppose you know, that I treat tracks like kicks 'cos I’m clean when I lace mine |
I break minds, If I put a watch in a bum bag that’s the only scene where I waste time |
Let’s go How many dudes you know roll like this? |
How many dudes you know flow like this? |
Not many, if any |
Not many, if any |
How many dudes you know got the skills to go and rock a show like this? |
Uh-uh, uh-uh, I don’t know anybody |
Frontline remix, Con psy up in it, come on, let’s go How many dudes you know roll like this? |
How many dudes you know flow like this? |
Not many, if any |
Not many, if any |
How many dudes you know got the skills to go and rock a show like this? |
Uh-uh, uh-uh, I don’t know anybody… |
Congratulations, you made it. |
Welcome to the reeee-miiiiix! |
Scribe’s here so give it up |
I never put the mic down when I pick it up |
I rip it up so dope this year, everybody want a hit of us But y’all need to breathe because you’re hiccin’up (hic) |
We refuse to leave you can’t get rid of us Yo, they think I’m drugs because I come in the club |
and I be dancin’by myself like I don’t give a fuck, what-what? |
Scribe on the mic I write an elegant flow |
Even drop adagio for the lyrically slow |
Not hypothetically, physically lettin’you know |
I got my rhyme packed tight and we’re ready to go Made some mistakes in the past, that was yesterday |
Today I’m on my way to a better way |
Forever bringing together what you separate |
So whether, you like it or not I’ma elevate |
You know this rhyme is me takin’time to celebrate |
Relax and take a breath y’all |
I’m here to stay and not goin’away |
And can I get a 'yes yall'? |
yes-yes y’all! |
ooh-ooooh! |
Theres… check it out |
No… check it out |
One… check it out (ain't noone like me!) |
Like me How many dudes you know roll like this? |
How many dudes you know flow like this? |
Not many, if any |
Not many, if any |
How many dudes you know got the skills to go and rock a show like this? |
Uh-uh, uh-uh, I don’t know anybody |
How many dudes you know roll like this? |
How many dudes you know flow like this? |
Not many, if any |
Not many, if any |
How many dudes you know got the skills to go and rock a show like this? |
check it out… check it out |
Can you please give it up for Savage! |
It’s all good, thank you! |
it’s all good when you come to my hood |
Can you please give it up for Savage! |
It’s all good, Yeah! |
Thank you! |
Very much! |
Peace! |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Runnin' | 2012 |
Indulge Me ft. Devolo | 2005 |
Can't Get Enough | 2017 |
The Wire ft. Ruby Frost | 2012 |
Wild Out (Chooohooo) ft. Baby Bash, Angel Dust | 2007 |
Probably | 2017 |
Scribe 2001 ft. Scribe | 2005 |
My Mentality ft. Freddie Gibbs | 2012 |
Twerk | 2010 |
Til Tomorrow | 2011 |
Caught in a Daze ft. Freddie Gibbs | 2011 |
The Gate ft. Ruby Frost | 2012 |
Ring a Bell | 2017 |
Theme From The Crusader | 2002 |
Scribe Unltd | 2002 |
Gotta Know ft. Rokske | 2012 |
Local Celeb | 2012 |
Stronger ft. Tyna | 2002 |
Stand Up | 2002 |
How Long ft. PNC, Spycc | 2012 |
Artist lyrics: Savage
Artist lyrics: Scribe
Artist lyrics: David Dallas