Phatchef - battle track to uniek
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Story behind the song
1 vers 1 - 2 mins topic prison and science battle track
Lyrics
i fucking beat a few rhyming shits
and get on the cover of the new scientist
cats behind my rhymes cos they coming with rythm
but no ones behind your bars and your running the prisons
working out in the yard cos you aint as strong as me
I've got this cunt seeing stars like ASTRONAMY
spitting in the curb i never seen ya so sloppy
want the time of death, better wait for an autopsy
looking for a BITE so i know he'll eat mine
knocked out no violence, get the nobel peice prize
like most deceased guys ya left post mortem
hes grabbing chicks anatomy when most court em
sami ds equiped and ripping scripts quick
sicking these kids on unieks shitty spits
and i drop quick not just cos its urgent,
because i need to cut uniek out like a surgeon
working words in topic shoudl be english or something
butter this cunt just like an english muffin
give me something to work with, phatchef realises
can knock this rat out with A FEW mouse tranqulises
scientific term is gingivitas ya stink cunt
cross breading like ya trying chimp love this kids fucked
ive bought the heat like sold candles
enjoyed the weak trip, uniek rolled ankles
oh shit the truths out so take that
i dont even need to rhyme and he fell face flat
i disect rhymes with tunes a knife
rumours a rife of me in a room with ya wife
rocking congical visits, shaking the caravan
own natural causes you wouldnt even have a chance
leave ya swat down cos this twat sounds shit
the crowd is going riot its a lock down bitch
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