Текст песни Flexerz (feat. Grub, Freebewz, 2.L.O.C.O, In Crime, Kaos & Dseeva) (Scepaz) с переводом

Oh no you didn’t Scepz lost it!

Hearing what you spitting You so bonkers!

Onkus rocked the lost and found I’m up up now

Doubled down cash cut robbing all your backup?

Nup still in hand me downs Throwing up the dub

I’m chucking you an anchor What what You a wanker ha

Ya chase skirt in ya home town I honour love

And now wherever I roam round it’s going down

Periscope radar note palindromes found fragile poems high roller satan’s casino

Oh no you too scary! Call the tooth fairy

I’m known to get it popping with or without Mary

You petty pick pocketer I’m running on empty though I’ll keep my integrity till

I’m a dead emcee

All these cliche honest thiefs rapping like they living lavish up in mansions

and still ciggy scabbing

Battle raps all this n that showponys capsize ya flow blow ya own phoney

floaties

Refugee steeze rhyme fiend you ain’t believe? read between the lines ill

sacrifice beavers feeding time

Breathing machine genuine trend setter Scepaz riddle lyrics forever Goodfella

letter deader

They better? Bet I’ll beat em to a T (tee) E.R. etcetera plenty nah never

mention ya swear all ya do is flex up

Flex up poser, taking them selfies with ya douja

Tank-top wankers ejac quick, can’t keep composure

Living like a loner, trying to keep that image toned up

Can’t cop a root, ego damaged, ya muscles blown up

Your manhoods on shrivel, you’re a prick with a syringe

Feels good to write this riddle, you’re quick to have a whinge

You’re all juiced up, you let your emotions go

But when push comes to shove. You just flex and pose

Set it straight we called your bluff, Get on tape be talking tough

Bet he ain’t talk as much, When the fresh brigade be walking up

Listen better get it straight, Diss on records hesitate

I decimate, Leave a victim in a veggie state

A magician when I hit em let em levitate

Pigeon your a feather, Trading leather with a heavyweight

Beat em bad but leave em livin, Period 1b bleeding kittens

See some stars that need a kickin, He’s as hard as Bieber spittin

All a farce not how they living, I really will stab a nerd up with my pencil

jerk

N I hope you have to swerve, Crash n burn up in your rental merck

Mental picture my pencil sticks ya, In the neck just like a prison shank

Get it Sub C Records get it in mate

Your a toy with somethin to prove

A toy tryin to fill big boots, A toy with a phoney crew

Just to get higher, you leach with desire

From one ocky to another, like its glamour

You’re not an emcee, your a bubblegum rapper to me

In it for yourself with such greed

It’s livin proof your a scene queen

Livin proof all you know is to smoke green, victim of your own dream

Now you have a few fans

A few masturbaters in your clan, Smalltimers from fights they ran

You bite other’s style, kid never been a wildchild

Instead a shadow livin in denial, hate my style

I spit your nightly nightmares

I’m what you hate, softies ignorant to lyrics so intense

You’re no graffiti ladske, just a wankske

Poser gone festy, circus act turned clownske

SsSub Conscious, you’re un conscious even if you’re conscious

I fucken stop you monsters, gronks and mobsters. In conscious thought you

imposters

I stomp yas, then soar through the cosmos the cosmic complex optimal reflex

Constant reflexions of you flexing on optional beats mate.

I like real shit like cheesesteak you’re sweet bitch like cheesecake.

Please mate I been made since the day of my release date in 3 states.

Sub C high stakes 33 degree masons of free agents of changing these week streets

States off the leash hating these freaks & police mate

Razors & blades at close range, grenades and lasers waiting. guns blazing

Revelations of the great revolution. staging the engaged solution with a

twelve GUAGE!!!

Kaosizm MC break it down. The sinister magician Basically taking crowns (you

flexing clowns!)

Go butter a muffin you think you somthing ya bluffin n flex

Put it FB as a DP delete me who’s next

SIRFLEXALOT We’ll wreck ya spot drastically

Head bangin so bang ya head breakin necks alot massively

Staying Sub Conscious yeah we rock this shit tactically

It’s the land of the lost on LOST ONES we get spastically

Drunk — yeah boy its a slam dunk

In 2−0-1−2 most crews just flex but dont man up

Now stand up & give props 2 the maddest strut

It’s Sub C Baby so you best knuckle up WHAT!

Hey, what I’ve stumbled upon is punishable and hard to reprieve /

Yo the facts ain’t wrong you scrooging gronks this ain’t xmas eve /

I strive overachieve / wild styles interweaved /

While your left in disbelief ya checking out on terminal leave /

Make it harder to breath its Keeler Carlingford street /

Yeah I’m popping them crosshairs but uz ain’t targeting me /

You just a fart in the breeze, a colonoscopy /

I’m getting rid of uz like Awol down at Terrigal beach /

Guess who’s back in the house, this is Grouce

And I’m back to attack the damn track, like a man trapped

In a cage, there’s a rage

And it’s makin it’s way to the page, I’m a sage on the stage

I’ll be wagin a war, lock & load, and engage

Yes I know that I haven’t been acting my age

But I’ve also been known not to care what you think

So let’s drink to the fact that I’m now on the brink

Of now getting my life and now flushing it down the sink

I’d rather die than hear you telling me how to think

You cannot tell me what to do, I won’t budge

I’m so hot, I’m on fire, so don’t touch

Look you don’t wanna flex, you’ll be standing right next

To a man who is vexed, with his hand on a Becks

Bottle, I’m Aristotle in his prime

I’m, another Looper who can travel back in Time

There’d be no reason for me to be here

If only you would had a clue

I do not wanna stress, you don’t wanna flex

I don’t wanna put this to you

Oh sweet Mary, Jesus and Joseph

What the hell are you trying to prove

I do not wanna stress, you don’t wanna flex

I don’t wanna put this to you

So quit flexin'…