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lirik lagu kebabs (sydney stack) – wombat

[verse]
i don’t make heaps
so they won’t change me
sh*t, i just go with the flow, maybe i’m so crazy
i get stoned as a crow lately on high grade skunk
you’re all smoking that low grade cheese
that’s no hay fev’, and just know that the coke ain’t cheap
either i could overdose or my nose may bleed
with no night’s rest, i hopefully won’t day dream
i’m woke, they sleep and you know that i won’t chase sheep and i won’t stay sheep
b*tch i’ll go for the throne, they’ll see
fans taking photos, approach it, i won’t say cheese
but foes stay weak i suppose cause their flows ain’t deep
like do*re*mi, any moment i don’t slay beats, i get stonеd
late scheme and ovеr and over, cocaine sneeze
and my nose aches heaps, you should know that this bloke ain’t leaving, i won’t wait
see i’ll go straight from ghost day one to a goat day three
those who oppose, you go take heed
word
yeah, it’s my night off and i’m half asleep
and i got a dry cough, it might stop if you pass the lean
cuz i look like a cyclops when i start to beam
look when i write songs, i ain’t stopping till i get tired and offered and signed off as a master, peace
got my wires crossed because i’ve lost it, yeah, part of me
i just spark a tree then perceive the future it ain’t hard to see
i’m a blast from the past, call me master p
yeah the kid is back, just listen lad
i’m on a mission that’s late and i could bat net these b*tches
thinking i’m sydney stack
you should pack a billy as you listen lad
treat any rapper dissing like witcher’s hats
i could win a clash within a minute flat
well i’m just kicking back now, how wig is that?
but i don’t wanna do a clash again, man that sh*t was wack
for now i’m only focusing on me and that sh*t is facts buhbuh*buh*brrt*brrrahp
from a city that’s recession*hit
shout outs earl sweatshirt, you should prolly send him this
you can bop your head to this
yeah just grab a bottle and neck the p*ss
pour some out for the homies and reminisce (rest in peace)
from no hoping to being clean
on a trip like i’m joe rogan slow roasting some dmt
they all know i’m the goat
you got no hope with defeating me
and i’m just being me
f*ck another emcee you wanna compare to me
they don’t want a part of it like an amputee
but a rare disease speeding like a lamborghini
you’re a cheetah in a pair of adidas sneakers like i’m scared of the police
live in the land of the dead i’m declared as deceased
handle the beat like edward scissorhands, i tear it to pieces
yeah, best prepare for my thesis
comparing to me? you get compared to the tears on my sneakers
[chorus]
yeah, back on some boom bap biz
tap into goons sack like “who’s that kid?”
yeah, pop a cap and i’ll do backflips
and i ain’t the new jack, i do jack sh*t
you ain’t 2pac and get your durag clipped, what
yeah, back on some boom bap b*tch
tap into goons sack like “who’s that kid?”
yeah, pop a cap and i’ll do backflips
and i ain’t the new jack, i do jack sh*t
you ain’t 2pac and get your durag clipped
word

[outro/sample of 50 cent ‘in da club’]
feeling my stash, she feeling my flow

- wombat

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