Test

[Chorus: Kye] MC's wanted a test And when they do we lay'em all to rest Stuck up on this train of thought We like to move with our heads held high always connecting live MC's wanted to test And when they do we lay'em all to rest Cos I ain't see no matter of fact We straight spitten at these poison lines for we infiltrate rhymes [Verse 1: Hyjak] Before I check the mic I bless it with pesticide Thanks for tryin, test the rhyme Be laid to rest while I wreck the next in line They yet to find getting shaky and nervous I turn faces red like we'll playin skirmish Merciless city's nurser this Don't wanna test the skills Yes it's ill you best to chill Or get the test that kills It's over with, most pretend to pose a threat Can't cope with the facts that Jak who don't exist Forget battling Casper The Ghost I'd rather smoke this spliff In the casino with sulsa dip beating poker chips Obnoxious kids keep poppin shit And I'mma do the helicopter Turn this hip hop gig into a mosh pit Play soccer with their ribs, watch this Move and propeller proves that whoever starts crossing this Line of fire, a live wire when I rock rhymes Tryna stop mine? You in the wrong place, the wrong time [Chorus: Kye] [Verse 2: Eso] Congratulations (good evening), welcome to the woods Where the magic takes place between a fellowship of hoods Poetry thats pure and you can tell our shits the goods So underground you wouldn't sell it if you could I'm that lyricist your parents warned you about That sound that got you tearin down the walls in your house So if you come to a live show I'm the brother with a bundle of hydro That have you go lucky, come with his eyes closed And each bum booderhead(??) who'se figured it out Out there in the world while you sit on the couch My rhymes are fly like I live in the clouds Thats why my presence is a permament dick in your mouth It's Eso (hell yeh) Your local fucking nutter When I spit my shit I blow the fucking club up I base jumped a build when no man wills You must be trippin if you thinkin Sydney don't have skills [Chorus: Kye] [Verse 3:Bliss] Trudging with mud high, jacking off coffin lids A midnight grave robber following government prints Holding a torch watched by silent gnomes Looking for bling bling, all I got was a pile of bones These are violent poems, lets fly back to my island home Muds pissing in bottles and Jak's high getting the pilot stoned Oh shit I'm just flirting with freedom It's got me lurking this evening for some purpose and meaning Not just these birds that I'm freaking Leaving them chirping and squeaking It's for the person thats dreaming Seeking the words that I'm speaking Now when he heard them he was shocked and dead still He said he felt like Neo he had popped the red pill So rap is a product to make a mil when your sellin it To a land of consumers where skill is irrelevant So come chill with my regiment, the big witty force I'm with the underground resistance of Sin City Orphanage [Verse 4: Torcha] I rap on the weekend the battle was decent But see when MC's test I get rattled and see red Smack a contestant with the mic 'til the batteries dead See if I lose I still remain undefeated "We've had better punches" I don't believe it Cos if you did the kid wouldn't be down bleeding Breathe in (relax torch) I'm just sick of your joint Roaming unhyped just like Sydney with no Centre Point I inject the true cerumen if you stuck in dilerium Your probably the one contestant who wanted to fuck Merriam A recovering alco back on the beer again Just the MC's who test I put that fear in them