Another World

[Hau] You dirty rat, talking shit tryna send me back To hell from where you came from, you sing that same song Every time I hear you, sounds like you off of ya flame Plus you drink too much beer too Your queer crew aren't shit neither A bit eager to get a kid beat up With the blunt side of a machete It's my cut side that's so upsetting Letting off steam like tough equation streams It be ya dreams, getting ripped at the seams Harsh as the words from a biblical fiend Cussing out the evil in you It's amazing what evil people will do To get the chance to dance and swing with the king Shine without the bling bling But these boys can't understand cause it's a Koolism thing, see? Single-handedly, or even if I've got my uncle down with me We're taking out your whole family From nephews, to second cousins, to your old bitch To your half brother, down to your gold fish (oh ish) You understanding me? Cause it's hunting season And I'm picking them off your family tree like One by one, two by two, the almighty Koolism crew The who is who of Aussie Hip Hop While I'm a sick cunt, you're just a sick cock In a piss trough so piss off [Suffa] Emcees think they're too deaf to hear what I'm telling 'em But they can't see me like tattoos on melanin I'm large like Van Halen in the 80s Ladies I love, ladies can't step, bitches Cut the track till it requires stitches Like fruit fly in citrus, I'm ill-tech like Tetris Distort through other's skill and see what my vocal fetches I give open lectures in the park under Wattle trees Until a fight sparks and someone's baptised by the bottle we Try chill but it bothers me that violence always erupts The crowd's feeling me like a pair of perfect D cups Yo, we up in here like last year's out of here The hoods are up, in here till we tired or out of beer And we represent it, like the sword and the snake And we staying independent like a ward of the state Yo, I'm-bored-of-the-fake, hi fake! Named Suffa, pleased to meet ya I live inside the mind of the listener through the speaker "Is that your beeper?" No it's my phone, I got it on-beeper-and-vibrate I rocks it for my people till my +People's+ pupils +Dilate+ Yo, why hate? Those on top, I'm coming from the bottom Cut the track to my man who comes and puts the pressure on 'em! [Pressure] I look emcees in their eyes and ask 'em what they think's wrong with this rap scene And what their lacking, thinking that here I got their vaccine I'm wavering from their battering with the slip of my mix Think they can battle with headphones until they listen to this! Kicking the hits, the Hoods and Koolism, I'm serious this Is guaranteed to get some head nod till you slip into diss So persist with a diss! Man you believe it? But they aren't even half-stepping, nah man they more like paraplegic I rock 'em till they cease and keep it rough when get fucked when I leave 'em scarred so hard they wouldn't heal if Jesus touched them The rough blend like masturbating with a cheese grater The emcee breaker, never been a faker, please I'm greater! By any means I make the track pound Whether that be taking your integrity and exposing, yeah that's wack sound Back down! Pressure got you where your caught, end it Suffa, swerve! Step into the cipher, it's another world