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lirik lagu 12 guys, 1 beat – braidz mc

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[verse: dismay]
people often tell me that my bars are too clever they’re
to hard too (?)
’cause i’m known to bring the heat and set fire too ’em
’til they got no comebacks like a like a (?) resident
i’m far too menacing in the cypher
i (?) and harpoons to your hearts no (cartoon relevant?)
spit with harsh truth, demand’s true while they argue
we ain’t on the same level but the bars prove he’s relevant
homie check the evidence you could never better him
looked at like an up and comer – more like a veteran
burn mc’s ’til they’re looking like skeletons
and benefit from em – like crackheads at centerlink
claim an “mc” you’re just facebook rappers
(gonna be the laced hooks?) that leave your face shook f-ggots
with the crazed look, cypher spitting
ask around dizzy got that fire in him you don’t wanna try and (?)

[scratches: dj denno]

[verse: big t]
we just them, rawlab some rhyme killers
filling up with the wack, you’re just a line filler
it’s like i’m in a prison surrounded by bars and villains
and none of us give two sh-t’s about your feelings
we’re clocking up respect while you’re going for millions
no amount of money will ever make you a real one
you can take ya’ drugs but never fake the funk
shooting off from my mouth with that platinum plus
(what)

[verse: grinny]
let me lay it out, bringing out some real talk – like dwiz does
let me play it out, what’s that? you new to the biz bruz?
welcome, you think you’re making a big buzz
h-ll son, i’ll put you infants in death beds like sids does
bringing the life to a cypher, pushing the height of the fire
spit the fuel & flames in spite and hide the desire
exhaling the flammable breath fumes spewing out of my chest
a hundred proof dropping napalm all over the rest, i digress
what the f-ck was i saying?
you losing to holmes jaw drop – like rousey mayne’
step into the ring, that’s an everlasting house of pain
what’s the price you’re willing to part with for an ounce of fame?
you’re fighting you’re way in, but i’ve got you outweighed in wordplay
with a right to the chin leave you left on the floor dazed
let me count you out while we dance with the 5, 6, 7, 8
i’m sixteen bars in i’ve forgotten your name mate

[verse: zanda elwood]
when i smoke the skunk it’s like i’m driving drunk
so mean with a slug when i’m blazing c-nts
one-double-zero be the crew that’s us
and we came to cause a ruckus if you brave enough
so always be aware son, i’ll always catch ya’ bluffin’
the crew is like a flight of stairs – always up to something
and you know that i keep it slick, swooshing like a nike tick
you’re running up but losing quick and that’s why i’m the realest, b-tch

[verse: mka]
man, i’m over-stressed and raps my only med
well that’s baloney ’cause i’m on over ten
i’ve been sober less since nova said they condone my threads
after they said i’d be a jabroni at best
i wanna get stoned to death and i don’t mean get stones thrown at my head
but smoke cones ’til i’ve gotta go to bed
sh-t man no dope? sniff gas off the stove
or chrome instead…
my braincells are mostly dead
probably explains why my rhymes make no sense
my mind’s wasted and so bare
i can tie my laces so don’t go there
but if you say sh-t i’ll give you eight hits
while you stand there and take it like i froze air
in this game there’s a lack of dope heads
since all these kids that are ten think they flow best
sometimes i wish that i would just go deaf

[verse: frits]
ayo i’m banned from officeworks – for wrecking a pen and pad
call me peter pan i’m always flying, b-tch, i never land
and from that you might think that i’m full of myself
i’m not but i scream “frits” when i’m pulling myself
but i bet you a buck you’re feeling me like i’m crowd surfin’
i hire my own words – to get and verbs and nouns working
it’s perfect always loud and absurd verses
so i now that i graced this earth for a profound purpose
but the dopest are over looked so i’ll never get fame
you playing snap with my biro – not matching my pen game
a verse full of punchlines is never enough
although yours is like a face only a mother could love!
i’ve got them fire rhymes spitting circles around emcees
you could spit in a corner but wouldn’t hit 90 degrees
my clock says it’s noon i guess my time is up
i’m that dry c-ke dealer, yeah, my lines are done

[scratches: dj denno]

[verse: braidz]
now it’s time for that public enemy – no flayva flav sh-t
bars come so hard they could wake the neighbours
a wordsmith word twist’s that’s why they named me braidz, kid
you’ve got no claim to fame if you’re only claim’s your famous
been two years in the making ain’t been able to write sh-t
so much on my mind if i lay it on the table it might flip
tryna’ keep the fans happy writing conscious songs
when i wanna be bad for a day – like conker was
these imbeciles keep picking at me
who don’t know aus kickin with me – not just some kids and some teens
this is burn city, i love it, most have lived in the streets
you dope rapping to facebook – but ain’t sh-t to the scene
while i’ve bin’ into beef – like a butchers trash
smoke a kilo a day – like ashtonne kutchers dad
i’ve got these other rookies mad now i’m actually buzzin’
there’s n-body in an amateur, but amateur’s ibody – like apple products

[verse: dsp]
initially tried and tested now radicalized and pressured
you’ve never seen any mc as desperate upon the sentences
d.s.p possessing (?)
and capable malevolent like presidents as the predators
when the microphone’s connected and poet’s present
the spirit of every individual ever rejected formulates a nexus
a next second projection of all this energy vehemently (?) vexing of all your senses
fence sitters attempting a defence and lack of action
have these activists snapping for going napping
just rapping as if the sensation they’re yapping
will result in the sensation of not being able to breathe and vent some p-ssion
women and gentleman swimming within these murky waters
searching for something other than bigot’s lurking at our borders
welcome to australia – home of the dope rhymer
(?) to lighten the darkness right up, b-tch

[verse: dr. dormant]
looking at life see
paired with a symmetry, we care for the mimicry
please stare they’re prolific with the gimmicky wizardry blissfully symphonies
plain nose like painted imagery
i deploy pain for affinity the proximity of deserved divinity
heard for a (nerds?) wordsmith curse ’til his verbs worthless ‘sturbed ’til he’s (heard?) murdered brain activity
same syllably, pain’s killing me
(nah…) i can handle the branded demanded progression
so question the verse put forward distorts to a thought that grows to be more than morbid
you ignore a (bored flaw’s?) cause to be more than flawless
it’s sort of scary how we’re afraid to be a little bit more than ordinary
brittle plause’ it’s simple divided from monetary idea’s
(?) care about the gears
in the system hold dear thought’s closed when spitting…

[verse: full spectrum]
bars grind against ya’ mental like metal ya’ feel the sparks fly
ignite the fire inside of your mind and fuel ya’ dark side
light the inferno bursting into the night
as ya’ eyes look up the whole skies full of ufo’s
t’was a long time ago that i recognized my mind’s
disconnected from reality i’ve
acknowledged that i’m probably wired differently bi-
-oligically and atomically an anomaly rhyming
monstrosity climbing to the top of the pile
sh-ttin’ on compet-tion – wiping my -ss with their rhyme books
punchlines and simultaneous right hooks
one liners that rightfully belong in the bible
of rap, t-tle taken, i’m taking the t-tle back
(?) time i came through the crack that made the big bang
that’s why i bang out tracks, hammer and anvil the blacksmith
cut the wagging tongue out the mouth of rappers letting it hang out
f-ck em…

[scratches: dj denno]

[verse: aseone]
it’s aseone, braidz turn the b-ss up
i’m about to straight up murk all these fake c-nts
since day one they tried telling me to wait up
said, “nah can’t brah, i gotta get my weight up”
i’m in australia but i ain’t see no outback
i’m out-back and all i see is house flats
full of drug dealers that are moving mad traffic
and a crack-den on every street full of crack addicts
many snakes i knew they’re still puffin’ gl-ss pipes
still saying, “f-ck, this will be the last time”
just like every past time they’re lying the em’ selves
i tried to help ’em but in the end i had to save myself
so welcome to melbourne city, brah, welcome to melbourne
where the town never sleeps getting down to the beat with an ounce of the weed
brah, welcome to melbourne
i’m out…