Got the Feeling

[Intro] Punch your breakky bongs for this (Haha) Way to start it, good morning! Look and uhm... [Kerser] All of them the same, their lame we what you look for Crawling in my veins cocaine has got me cooked more [Rates] My brain gets you amazed I'm writing till my books worn Watch me break this gate, crack the safe in the hood floor [Kerser] Definitely expecting me, like to be the death of me Writing leaving legacies, the history its left to me [Rates] Now when you see the melody is getting severed heavily This the sort of shit that have you jetting to your remedy [Kerser] So jet, jet it off, you won't move cause your soft And my crew at the top, who are you? Your a flop [Rates] So keep it moving along, and its true cause the songs That we're doing have a flame and I prove that its strong [Kerser] Light a flame and quick I came to kick the industry it makes me sick You listening to crazy shit, admit that this is greatness bitch [Rates] Now wait a minute hit it with the style made to make them think Place this shit and take it to a level, watch us make the mix [Kerser] Dangerous, famous, life is what you make it And I've turned life into something thats amazing I'm living my dream, you sit and you scheme Thinking how the fuck the movement its ridiculous bleed to death Yes, fuck a death threat, deadset, not dead yet Im taking out the next threat Theres no threat, so get slept [Rates] Deadset they're dead wrong, decapitated head gone Dead gone and rotten in the ashes of their dead songs Seen enough and been around, you beefing, gonna hit the ground Your competing with some brothers positive and leaving proud Why these other rappers whinging like they fucking gave us help Jealous cause they know we got it, just the cards that they were dealt [Kerser] And I see through a poker face so go escape your bullshit Just come and talk it over mate I know you hate the cool kids Too fresh, too swag, crew rep, move back I shack her/ur till she troublesome like 2Pac (Get it?) [Rates] So move back with your new track and throw it out Were all yes yes, and you? They dont know about They say you go around and stick your fucking nose around And flow to promotors at shows but no ones going out [Kerser] Cut grass, pour it up, cuff us, ignore the cunts Court has got my mates doing stretches like they warming up So free 'em all, and let my crew represent Movin' to get, all the loot and respect, till the death [Rates] This rapping gets me fuelled up, next second kill stuff Living for a thrill I open minds just like a pill does Heaps of beats that we destroy, this the key to free the boys History we make in raps, not fake and you just heaps of toys [Kerser] Heaps of toys, and they thinkin that their rap is real They're so toy, boy, put them in a happy meal We blood brothers and (?) all day You can't touch us, you dumb fuck, just walk away So what you think bro? Off tap like the sink broke What they gonna do, when they witnessing the king flow [Rates] So what they thinking bro, these faggots lack a rhythmic flow Rappin but were packing .45's so fucking let em go [Kerser] Trained to kill, 80 pills, popped in Mercedes still Watch how the haters feel, not for the lame its real Crazy gifted with the 80s blade inflicted on your ladies face Your misses we the AB wait they get it [Rates] Wait, wait, they get it your with there ain't a substitute The best, what you reckon, you got something that you love to do Spent a lot of time to get here, yeah man it took quite a while Doesn't happen overnight go get your rhyming style [Kerser] Your rhyme styles more weeks than a calendar [Rates] You gay rappers are just reeking of lavender [Kerser] They wanna battle, I won't compete with an amateur [Rates] Defeat, what you speak, have you fiending for stamina [Kerser] Sydney street rap, South West where the street at Your saying that your street, but the streets hate your speak back [Rates] You need a street map, define where the streets at We're where the streets at, and beats make the streets clap [Kerser] So talk your shit, cause you rappers are broke Got punchlines like I'm swinging at a saddy of coke [Rates] Just know they're, packing a quote, with maximum dope Stab your hag in the back of the throat till you collapse and ya choke (What!) [Bridge: Kerser] x2 We got the feeling and the feeling is good We never changed, thats the deal we keep it real with the hood Kerser, Rates, NEBS is bass, you know it really is good We got you laced off your face we know your fiending your hood [Outro] Your hood Tell me that didn't start you day with a bang Suns out, (good morning) Its quarter past 7 you've already had like, 3 spliffs, (Theres no rest for the sickest) Its one of them days Kerser, Rates, NEBS, whatup!