Rough Stuff

(HOOK) We bring the rough stuff Kicking through your doors and Breaking all your floors in Till we’re rocking rhythm and rhymes We bring the rough stuff Kicking through your doors and Breaking all your floors in Till we’re rocking rhythm and rhymes We bring the rough stuff Tell them that we’re fucked up Here to blow the bass till you’re barely alive Feel your minds fucked up Brain cells mushed up And i really doubt that you’ll live to survive When we bring the rough stuff (VERSE 1) ‘cos we’re taking the sound to a new height Maksim get’s strapped on the track and i do bite So watch out for the big bad tunes they’re too hype Watch out in the booth i’m too tight So i might just strike on the mic, and i’m bringing that rough stuff So you better toughen up before the beat hits you like a lose right Swing and a miss now you’re pissed ‘cos you aim for the chin but you got no wrist see All i got to do to hit you is shift and shimmy with an uppercut quick You never seen something that sick When i’m in the rave i’m swinging them fists like a fucked up killer Bringing that rough stuff bonez and fifty fuck that’s illa - (HOOK) (VERSE 2) ‘cos we’re taking the sound to a new height Maksim got a back strap and it’s so fat that When you toke that you’re gonna want to run for your life I’m so hype in the place, and when i spit Bars in the rave just like the sage, i’m Making the flow drop taping your toes up Making you trip till you’re white in the face That’s right you’ll be so white ‘cos you’re blazed Here have some of that bass, it’s making you vibrate Aching your sides till your mind can’t function ‘cos it’s full of high grade Oh damn i’ve smoked too much of this shit That piff must be some of that rough stuff we’re bringing ya Trust it’s killing ya, turning your brain till you’re fucked like - (HOOK)