The Sylla Squad

[Verse 1: Drapht] Check, as soon as I've animated the track, contaminated the listener Mr. D-Rapht the man that painted the picture Spit your cryptic codes to split the roads and Quick to throw a hit, if you stick your nose in Like dicks, I'm chosen to unload and bring life Into a world that's turning into hell by night Sell your light to the darkness like Oprah's backside But sticking it to 'em harder than Ron Jeremy's jap's eye Capsize your vessel, you're wrestling with the great white Rock a sharper set than Danoz Direct steak knives Take life for granted and you're branded for slaughter Take flight but landed in hot water I'm borderline, but brought up with nothing But tough enough to never be caught up in anything That's gonna be falling short of My vision of how I'm gonna be living my life Better make the right decision, is never given it twice [Verse 2: Mortar] You can't flex Or even step to this kid But I seize ya like an epileptic fit Cat's caught amnesia Forgetting that mortar stepping On stages like Nicholas cage Brandishing the weapon We could face off or I could rip your face off And spit shards of steel while your bitch kneels and tastes cock Make of it what you want I take what I will Drop lyrics like acid Here's a jagged little pill That's hard to swallow Tough act too Drown out your whole crew like the day after tomorrow Ice age flows I change weather patterns Re-arrange the structure of the earth's crust Shatter atoms Smack you back to the dark ages with one verse Snap your head back like a car crash with one word Shit verbally You whack try-hards and Richard Gere's gerbil I mean your act died in the ass [Verse 3: Tomahawk] Unleash my anger in the form of a scripture Paint a picture with words and emerge the victor In a gladiator forum Picture which you rip to bits before you tabulate the warning I'll force-feed you humble pie And wash it down with a cool glass of sour grape juice You wanna rumble? Try It seems I've developed an appetite to devour fake crews Make no excuses or question how we work Clandestien drops and you react like a knee-jerk I get it cracking like Guy Fawks right Step to the mic and watch the stage lights blacken Witnessing only swift flashes of chrome And glare of eyes Verses to make the hair on the back of your neck rise and stand up At attention, now mention 'Destien new banter [Verse 4: Tomahawk] Prey, and hell followed with him Who'd you expect, Robbie Williams? Nah cunt, let me entertain you Guarantee nothing but a totally insane view Back with the main crew who hate you The last Syllabolik says who, now say you Make me ill I take a sniff of a chopped proton pill And go for some overkill When I puke nukes, spewing If you realize the power of local shit Till you're blowing it out or proportion like a bloated bitch TV views, hate them more than before All you act like you're zombies and board your doors Brains, brains Did I say it's insane? Jump on the bandwagon like Michael Jackson To make a change and heal the world Sue him for a fraction He's a child molester Fuck you, TV boy Fuck it It's the end of my lecture Get out [Verse 5: MJ] Yeah, yeah You step back as I enter the track And the spot's so exact It's as if I'm attached, locked and latched Words be the perfect match Ain't just hatched You'll unscratch And I got the type of flow to leave you satched To catch a glimpse of my blueprints and get the hints Came through the door in ninety-four been rapping ever since Who got the nerve to even step to this here crew? You sweat when we're near you And left with severe bruise Appear through transparent fake MC Verbal jabs with the head will make 'em weak at the knees And then they'll buckle like a can in the fire You're still stuck at the knuckle better plan to retire We on a standard that's higher Take you to another level on stairways Potent shit we're tokin' bound to clog up your airways Fair to say We ain't the type to fuck around When it's time to get down You know who'll bring the real sound [Verse 6: Hunter] Synchronise Burn turns truth to lies The crow flies straight in the Syllabolik skies I'm a big Hislop to Aussie hip hop beats Get battered like shark flesh at the fish and chip shop The rip-off We serve your type here Not with beer but a burning and a swift kick to the rear Show no fear Show no mercy at shows Since the rhymes of the nursery I've been ripping the dope flows Hope grows, but it soon dies off 'cuz like a pie in the microwave, you're too fucking soft I stand aloft And me dropping my burden Is something you'll never see like Ian Paisley in a turban I'm wording crews up Herding yous up And yous get chewed up like a pokie does to your two bucks Some crews jump And any rapper talking shit Will drown in the rivers of the words I spit