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This recreation, set ya station and
get ya place in a comfy seat
on this beat pressure will set the occasion
for your entertainment i work hard on my flows
this scene is full of falling mcs i wear heart as the shows
And every hiphop is a critic
cause some hit the stage hard
and couldn't get these a**holes open at a gay bar
so comedy festival they sell one intelligable
can't work out it they got peas for brains or they just vegetables
And thats pathetic is me bein anorexic i do damage
like a paraletic paramedic with no anaesthetic
girls shake my hand guys wanna hug me its a worry
if i forgot your name im sorry
you're probably pretty ugly
I'm standing getting old so when it comes d-day
ima thank you all for dissing me
just say something cliche
and when im dead and buried i want use in the lobby in a shirt
at my cemetary singing
Hilltop hoods and we're coming up
so step on up if you're dumb enough
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People chant the chorus
when they hear it yo it's on
ya rise like a tsunami, when ya feel it
its a bomb
I'll make origami of ya lyrics
geez thats good suffa, what is it?
it's a swan!
I got this shit to bomb mcs back to the stoneage
the stage'll get ya at ya seat quicker than road rage
i take em all from beat jackers to backpackers
with tracks fatter to run a muck on these wackrappers