Lyrics Gassed Up - Wombat

Gassed Up

Yeah
What’s that?
Wombat ain’t nothin' but a bong rat
I’ve been kickin' bak sniff a bit of rack with the comrades
Wiff it in a flash then I’m off track
Still gettin' skippy with the rap
Got em' thinkin' that I’m pipin' off of crack but alas I’m not on that
I gotta hit em' with the facts… Drop back
What ya thinkin' that we’re wack?
Stop that
See I came with a strategy
Breaking the chains of reality
Blazing my way through the galaxy
It’s a game so I came with analogies
I’ve been played now I’m drained like a battery
You’re not sick as this, save it, you’re fakin' an allergy
Basically mate that’s a fallacy
But if I’m able to make it?
I’d say that it’s anarchy, you’re lookin' at the
face of insanity
So when I murk these beats don’t try with me
Man I burn CDs like piracy
Said I burn CDs as I burn these trees, I just burned 3gs with Flylacine
So when I murk these beats I be killin' it
Man I burn CDs for the thrill of it
I said I burn CDs as I burn these trees
Let me burn 3gs while I’m kickin' it with Chillinit
(What of it cunt, WOAH)
Steez like a samurai
Feast off opponents
Need to be energised
Keepin' my focus
Seizin' the moment
Fiend when I wreck a mic
Feed off emotions
Yeah, don’t ya see the devotion bleed through the pen of mine?
Nah, better leave me alone as I creep in the dead of night
And I could end it here…
But let me step it up a second gear
What’s a test tho?
I don’t ever fear God
I’m blessed so better get it clear
Gonna explode man we’ve got the best flows in this hemisphere
You can bet that my brethren are blessed
Wanna send try step mic checks in effect
Might head for the set like Devlin and Ghetts
Deadset why send why F with the best
(Nah, Nah Brah Nah, Nah) I’ve been gettin' gassed up
Chat shit ya get smacked up
Wombat calm down for a sec just relax brah
Fuck that I’ll go spaz cunt
Nah I’m just kiddin' man I’ve been in a jam since I went and hit the piss again
and been sniffin' grams
But I’ve gotten' crook as well but ya couldn’t tell
Murder the riddim in a hearse lookin' shook as hell
Merlin the wizard spit a verse with a book of spells (Hell)
I was fucked in the mind
Bumpin' a line with a packet of pills
If you’re gonna be a cunt on the sly the were cuttin' the ties like I’m
flattening wheels
I’m sick in the mind
Since a kid I could rip with a mic cause I hit never miss been a victim of grime
Gettin' skippy on the riddim when I spit better listen and stick to the side as
I trip like im on an upper, sink I could drop another
Gettin' lifted then I spit like a chopper gunner
Kickin' with the cuzzy on a mish
Still I be skippin' like I’m on a runner
Think you don’t want it bruddaa
FUCK
You know they feel us yeah we be the best
Never feared none when I’ve been a pest, get a wheel up like a BMX
What ya thinkin' I must’ve quit?
This ain’t watch out cunt it ain’t sunken ship
It’s BOMWAT
Like the fuck ya think?
This dumb cunts stuffed up like I’m stuck in a mushie trip
I still can’t find a fuck to give
The rap game is a slut, no trust but I love the bitch
'till my heart’s gettin' crushed to bits
Don’t start cause you must admit
They can’t fuck with this
(Yeah, they can’t fuck with this)
(P-P-PEZ on the beat)
Yeah, lay in the darkness
These days all it takes is a bar then ya labeled an artist
But regardless, I could get snaked still facin' it laughin'
Chargin', Sergeant aim for the target
Break em' apart I’ll be makin my mark 'till the day I depart in a blaze and
I’ve carked it.
Brahh
I’ve been gettin' GASSED UP?
Yeah
I’ve been gettin' GASSED UP?