Bloods Thicker

[Verse 1: Rates] Have every prayer answered doesn't easily happen I'm just in love with the music, I don't need to be rapping Leap into action with every fucking beat we attacking I speak in imagery, plus you reading the captions Rappers acting out like sluts that are sleeping with rappers I'm not speaking to them dogs, here's your flea ridden mattress I walk into the booth and I don't need a reaction I'll burn the fucking place down until your speakers are collapsing And yeah we be your attraction like a magnet but we rappin here We never slackin off in tracks, (?) bash your ears Exactly what you wanna hear, I'm attacking them rappers fierce Slashin these rappers necks from one ear to the other ear The success that we've seen, the good and the bad The love for rhyming won't expire, have a look in my bag Next to the weapon that I carry there's a pen and a pad And lyrics that'll fucking spin your fucking neck till you snap After ten years you'll see I'm a master with this Pass me a spliff, I'm getting harsh within these bars I writ They wanting beef but I can smell that they're half a bitch Market fish, licking from your pussies when you start to spit You can eat half of my dick, I ain't the radio type I fuckin' told you once before I'm ABK 'till I die Fully independent rappers killing it with attitude Pumping it until I cark it, something that I have to do [Verse 2: Kerser] AM to PM, I be slaying a beat and I ain't ever gonna stop unless I fade into dreamin' And I don't know what they been saying I just know that we be killing shit Set a blueprint and they bite cos it's really sick Best admit the shit, I gave it all the green light Brangin' street to mainstream and I made it seem right I ain't the mean type but if they wanna fuck around It ain't nothing to hit your house with a couple rounds Pay a stack on that, fuck it now it's back to rap Top the charts back to back, back to back Then back to back It's so simple, I've got a loyal fan base Life give me obstacles, you know I gotta stand straight Cooking pancakes, sipping on a lean mix When I die, try keep up with the remix When the scene died, who saved the street shit? Thank me when you can, I just gotta feed this Sydney raps, south-west swag Whatcha talkin' out your mouth? That's trash Still with the saddie bag stashed in the front seat Still got these chatty lads thinking they can compete With the sickest, ain't no chance for that And your missus love the Kers when she dance to rap I'm what the scene needed, you fuckin' it up Putting coke in your missus, straight up in her cunt, she's fucked [Verse 3: Rates] We got that bad man, that aggression with rap It's a lesson in fact, two images and you can't remember what you snapped Crash, take 'em to your legs and your back Every line that you ever crossed and tred in your tracks We ain't generic spitters Yeah you've all got the same (?) It's funny when we rock up and they hit the legs like Usain Bolt The same old with my team, and I will kill for all of 'em And they would do the same so check these bangers, we recorded 'em My brother is my blood brother, the cunt's killin' all of 'em When it comes to real shit my blood's thicker than water yeah We sparked a slaughter yeah We started right there We fuckin' partied 'till there's fire in the quiet air [Verse 4: Kerser] The quiet air and we standing like right there We can tell how they stand that they're quite scared Right there, blood brothers of rap Cunt's running, you're whack You catch one in your back Since we stepped in the game, we come repping with flame The name remains in your brain 'till your aching in pain But I just give you (?) words, and it kinda spins me out Doctors say I need their help but I don't feel like sitting down I'm a man, I remain on my feet I'm the rapper that these rappers are training to be I'm the one of a kind, but then some of the time So stress eats me alive, never run they will find Alright