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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,722
Peak in subgenre #294
Author
TpJ / TpJ
Rights
TpJ 2006
Uploaded
May 04, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.9 MB • 128 kbps • 5:18
Story behind the song
There is no story behind this. Listen to this shit and recognise that you reppin an Aussie HipHop Underground Emcee isn't required when the words are this phat.
Lyrics
Verse:
It’s like a billion decibels screaming from your screen,
Straight through your retinas, penetrate your dreams,
Incinerate you, stake you through the mind, I’m mean,
The nicest sounding spitter on the hip-hop scene,
Don’t test; you always come off second-best,
This fresh flow hit you like a cardiac arrest,
You’re just hating on the kid, skills manifest,
And bless you with a rhyme-fest, cause you stress,
I’m suggesting questions ‘bout your sexuality,
My raps’ll blister you, remove neutrality,
TpJ’s the real deal, you’re just a parody,
So feel the steel spiel, you wield a fallacy,
Feel my battle cry, battle fly; I’m super-lyrical,
Kind of spiritual; brain using chemicals,
Deliver rap like a Graffi goes vandal,
You’ll never match me, my scandal is too hot to handle…
Hook:
You’re just lovin’ it ain’t ya?
Ain’t no way;
They don’t wanna fuck with danger;
I’m the king in this chamber,
I re-arrange ya;
I’m the rapper with the nice proclaimer;
Welcome to the first movement,
Of the New Moon Syndicate.
[Eh, eh]
… The first movement,
Of the New Moon Syndicate;
[Who wanna funk wit’ this?]
Verse:
I’m sittin’ on cloud nine,
Scribblin’ rhymes; thoughts - floatin’ through this mind of mine,
I’m up in your socket like a modem line,
Ripping mental credentials and wasting time,
Alright;
I keep telling you cats,
You’re never gonna write raps like the kid attacks,
Too whack to combat my wickedest tracks,
Face facts; ya’ll shat when I bang this crap,
I’m as cool as a Pina Colada;
Don’t front; because I’m not even bothered,
I take punts;
You can get screwed;
Me and my people get loose,
You lose to the New Moon Syndicate crew;
Who’s the dopest product assaulting your ears?
Holding emcees back, reducing haterz to tears?
Bringing flames like an arsonist,
But I’m an artist;
About the arsiest verse I ever started –
Hook
Verse:
Just like De La Soul put it on The Grind Date,
My mind races;
Waiting to find places; Imma annihilate,
Slurred lyricists, talk about the crime rate,
I’ll rate your words worse than one star;
Now how’d you like that?
My mic rattles every bar quite phat,
Despite that, I keep it nice enough to entrap grannies,
You just wanna wear granny panties;
I’m anti-that;
Pushin’ the hottest sixteen bars in history;
How I keep it so tight? That’s a mystery;
But only if you be another wanna-be emcee,
I wring you out like a towel,
Bowels present – better delivery;
I’m movin’ in synergy,
Destroying my enemies,
Killin’ it stealthily,
Presenting the remedies,
Taking them healthily,
And there’ll be no stoppin’,
When I’m dropping a melody;
[Believe that]
Hook
Verse:
I will never combust or let the mic rush;
Trust the way – I crush my enemies to dust,
Busting some-of-the sickest flows hip-hop has ever known,
Kickin some-of-the dopest bros hip-hop has ever grown;
I’m still riding without chrome;
Living at home,
A young gun tryin’a rebuild Rome;
It’s all evident, the skills I’ve shown,
The skies I’ve flown;
Lyrics penetrating your zone;
Never met a rapper to match me,
Exactly; I know your limits;
You can never dispatch me,
I absorb fake grooves, and blaze fake crews,
Let the whole place know I keep the industry smooth,
Ice cool; nice sounds to make your wife drool,
I’m just messing ‘round like kids at high school,
So don’t try, fool; it’s bread and butter to me,
You can mutter but its murder when you stutter to me;
Yup!
Hook
Verse:
TpJ, the illest writer you’ve missed;
Try to diss; get whipped where you like to kiss,
Provide bliss to my lady, making enemies crazy,
They hating; tryin’a faze my blazing method amazingly,
Trace new routes like Bourke and Wills,
Seeking thrills;
Recording some incredible skills,
Over-riding governmental bills,
About noise pollution,
Play me loud, that’s my solution;
Proven my laws too strong for rap bores,
Cracked floors; bangin’ beats like bar doors,
And what’s more,
I provide you with remarkabl
