check

Gnarly Ventura:

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Mikill Pane:

Whenever you ask us rappers why we think we're sick, we

Bring out the best like Man United in the 60s

I've got a 6D, threads are getting sent to me

So by mid-week, I've already been through seven tees

Sweaty cause I'm speeding forth and back to chase a lady

Thought that she was naughty but I'm sad to say she's 80s

I ran around so much, I pissed a bubble on my Nikes

I bet that's why you think you're hearing something from the 90s

Past days were realer times, but this is my decade

There are no painkillers, I'm a different type of headache

I brought you a prescription, if they mention my name

And you're offended, go against my grain

Get it? If you didn't, forget it

It means you're an idiot, yes

But you didn't look even silly at guessing

If you guessed it, you answered a particular question

When the fuck's there gonna be another Rizzle Kicks section?

Gnarly Ventura:

Style, check, money, check

This ain't chess but we got em in check

Rhythm, check, lyrics, check

This ain't chess but we got em in check

Vibes, check, pocket, check

This ain't chess but we got em in check

Vision, check, women, check

This ain't chess but we got em in check

Gnarly Ventura:

Yeah, just give me another ginity (aye)

Aim for the moon, call it lunacy

I'm on my worst behaviour but I know where I'm going

Call it Tom-Tom, Tom, tomfoolery

Soon to be the king, brother, I kick you in the crown jewels

Why on Earth you chatting about ground rules?

I'm a dirty little bugger, flirting with your mother

You might hear "ow" when I - her

Do your homework, let me be stressed

I don't think that I'll ever rest, I haven't hit my peak yet

Every effort seems less cause it's seamless

See me running on the beat like a bleep test

Me-me, me, I don't lie, I throw facts

Tell me that you're dope, I'll apply with a slow clap

Cause they're dosed on my lines and they know that

I'll turn their frown to a smile, call me Prozac

Hell-bent on delivering heavenly pleasure

Tell them nobody can kick it any better

How can you big up to measure

When you can barely even string a single sentence together?

Time on my hands like a herbalist

I'm serving these bars while you work for tips

I project me, I'm as real as it gets

See, my life's a movie, every verse is a strip, yo

Mikill Pane & Gnarly Ventura:

And we're back to save the world

You pale in comparison, rapping Geisha girls, yeah

Ain't even challenging the rhymes that we got

I'm a top tier rapper, make em cry when I drop

I'm a champ, cups done with a star

Drink JD with a spoon cause I've got nothing but bars

Every box I tick it like I'm looking for cars

You see, it's plain and simple I'm up in the glass

Yo, you don't know what you're doing

That's why your crowds are either ghosts or they're booing

Yeah, go home cause there's room for improvement

You suck more than a room full of hoovers

Yo, so don't sleep on this

You know, you can't spell dream without me in it

But you can't spell nightmare either

I swear to be one till I'm visited by the Grim Reaper

Mikill Pane & Gnarly Ventura:

This is my decade, this is my decade

Yeah, yeah

Go home cause there's room for improvement

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