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Who in their right mind would ride with us?
All aboard step inside the bus
Gettin so loud
Blowin smoke clouds
Watch it go round
x2
At the helm of a sinking ship
Drinkin whiskey mixed with gin from the kitchen sink
Make a mark under pressure like a fingerprint dripping ink
Picture this head spinning deep fried battered like Fish n chips
Each stride got the swagger of a crippled pimp thinking big
Fair dinkum feeling tickled pink flat line hypocrites
Silver tongue silver back gorillas in the mist
Skip the monkey business
Drums and a funky riff
Now let the fun begin
Cut sick since they plugged me in
Till I'm finished with my bucket list I'm up in it
And none can fuck with this
Cold blooded soul crusher whole other something Mik
Got em terrified thinking out the box
Evolution won't be televised switch em off Mr Fox
Kick the shit outta boss quit ya job if ya want
Could give a toss living lost until i slip n drop
Who in their right mind would ride with us?
All aboard step inside the bus
Gettin so loud
Blowin smoke clouds
Watch it go round
x2
I fell from underneath
Hell is just a dream
Life is just obscene
Yellow submarines
Nothings what it seems
My skin suit busted at the seems
Dusty scenes
Rollin something green
Never trust a thief
Trippin with the chief
Cuz I found a grape
I'm sitting in my seat
But I'm outta space
Lifted like some weights
By a geezer without a neck
If I don't rest soon
My easel run outta paint
Sour taste in mouth from
The curdled wine
Turpentine mix
Served with lime
In my nervous shrine
Seen my demise in the serpents purdy eyes
I surf the curves of time
Under dirty purple skies
If the circus drives
That would be this
Captain gee wiz
Psytrance sleep king
Spiked magic tea drink
Cold as icicles
Fold the pineapple
Line up the cheap wiz
N die like a genius
Who in their right mind would ride with us?
All aboard step inside the bus
Gettin so loud
Blowin smoke clouds
Watch it go round
x2
Fuck what you're bussin I'm not worried bout the repercussions
I just need percussion like a fetus needs it's mother
Keep the speakers humming hurry cos the reaper's coming
I can feel it deep within in my stomach peaking leaping off the summit
Plummet done a couple laps around the sun
Nobodies getting any younger but my numbers coming up
All you rappers talking bout your hunger make me wanna chuck
Hunkered in the bunker with a bunch of fungus in my gut
These motherfuckers better hurry up...I ain't playing
Trippin balls since a kid could crawl eating my crayons
Someone summoned me in a seance in the summer begun the chaos
Up against the wall nobody move I'll make delusion payoff!
Ain't got a puncher's chance in hell
How can I expect you to get me I barely understand myself?
Farewell tell the fam I'm well in my random realm
Playing snap with the hand I was dealt
Who in their right mind would ride with us?
All aboard step inside the bus
Gettin so loud
Blowin smoke clouds
Watch it go round
x2
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Red Rum
04:09
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Dreams turn to nightmares barefoot or Nike Airs
We're all on the same path headed to where life scares
White man black man death don't discriminate
Obliterated seconds like the flesh on ya dinner plate
Innovative killing off you imitators lackin love
Illustrated with the blood of ancestors actin up
Pass me the bottle let me sing til the sun rise
Murdered the prince it what it sounds like when doves cry
Drug life cooking up a fix like its lunch time
Young lives destroyed on the road like a drunk driver
Slugs fly in slums tough guys duck dive
One time circling the block dogs are tongue tied
Locking up minorities in cycles of poverty
This spiteful economy dividing and conquering
Dichotomy of mind body soul my biology
Homicidal maniacs survive in the monastery
Axe wielding politicians taxing constituents
Demonising immigrants sabotage the innocent
Imagine what the women think worried for their little kids
Where boys become militant & men become hypocrites
It is what it is player
Stop n think player
Pop it in your disc player
Make the kids play up
Deeper than the skin layer
What it is player
Focused on the big pay but
somethings gotta give
Cos it is what it is player
Stop n think player
Pop it in your disc player
Make the kids play up
Deeper than the skin layer
What it is player
Focused on the big pay but
somethings gotta give
It ain't the first time the house burned down,
Unsupervised like ya third child the other 2 were out getting high.
Discovering missing lighters and cabinets missing rifles,
But ammunition inside of the places you shouldn't hide it.
U been invited to a one man army up in da armory,
Da funeral party is in da lobby.
Got people dreaming in sequence to seek an equal,
When equal equates to freedom, the dream of da mirror people.
Who see us and know our secrets are myths, hidden in pupils.
I seen it digging deep in da risk and I think its stupid!
I seen da arrows dat miss and i hit up cupid.
And asked him if he was up to da latest ep of da shooter?
Got me feelin like the plot don't change, and if Pac was a slave,
Can u imagine if they took his chain? Oh yuh,
They call it irony, I, call it colliding with pride.
Or being distracted where the murderers drive.
So clear ya driveway for Woolies, tell ya boy to be a bully,
They'll appreciate him fully if he beats down women,
And tell him romance is Stockholm syndrome enhanced,
By repeating "ITS YOUR FAULT" I'mma give u a chance!
It is what it is player
Stop n think player
Pop it in your disc player
Make the kids play up
Deeper than the skin layer
What it is player
Focused on the big pay but
somethings gotta give
Cos it is what it is player
Stop n think player
Pop it in your disc player
Make the kids play up
Deeper than the skin layer
What it is player
Focused on the big pay but
somethings gotta give
Red rum red dust nationwide racist pride
Blood stained palms safe inside
Raising tides of hatred cultivating lies
White washed history pages ancient crimes
Ice age epidemic generations dependent on anesthetics
Medicines make us sicker than diabetics
Sipping a diuretic wishing you'd die already
Unapologetic frozen in time like cryogenics
Switch off your life support let you ponder final thought
Tryna conjure up vital force the fuck are you fighting for?
Severed your spinal cord who endeavors to climb aboard
Karma's a Caucasian kid facing a tribal court
Recognise the law now you finally get it
Escalating tensions temperature
Elevated defenses revenge is sweeter than blueberries
The truths scary so move wary don't do nothing
New comers showing their true colours
After a few cuppers of booze ya crews sucka
That dudes fronting, use youngans to boost numbers
Rappin that fast rhetoric but ya message is lacking substance
Every verse pack an abundance!
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Somebody gotta hold these fools accountable teach em a lesson
Take em outside like old school demountables
Class in session pay attention don't disrupt again
Fuck the cane I'd rather beat you suckas with a rusty chain
Trust me mate your way too comfortable scribbling kiddy lines
I'd rather sit in silence than listen up your shitty rhymes
Quick reminder that I'm only tryna raise the bar
Cos the current standard of the sacred art is under par
Hustle hard mic in hand hold it in a high regard
Half you kids can't even read you need to use that library card
For goodness sake pick up a book & read a page
Lead the way food for thought feed ya brain
The scenes lackin intelligent dialogue
I'm fed up these fucking idiots mumble entire songs
My god its like you've got writers block
I'm thinking it's time to stop you need to go find a job!
We call em face Tatts not any form of innovation
Just limitations
When you head
To employment relations
So what’s the end game
Explain
To get fame
Well let’s play I’ll rearrange the flow just like feng Shui
Well guess what
I’m into giving lessons
I’m ready to drop it hot
No need to
grip a smith and Wesson
I’m coming for the misdirected punks
and kids that wrecked it
I’m about to rip this necklace
Off the bitch
and disconnect it
I mix my own ink and fill a pen with venom
That sends eleven
nerves dead a second
In the cerebellum
Please!
Show a little shame
Maybe these imitators
are clones that they grow
From little Wayne
Little this and lil that
I’m tired of this kiddy crap
Rapping about and like
a teens first time hitting that
We stick together
like it’s histoacryl
And kick the skills
Without the need For
Under counter
prescription pills
Your crew ain't sick they're just coming down with the sniffles
and you ain't shit move along make it official
I am
addressing
a concern of mine
You should pick up a
nursery book
And learn to rhyme
Rappers that think they’re fat
Get turned aside
Then rolled like burger
And served with fries
Let’s address it
This image at the present
Acting like an adult less
And more and adolescent
This man is stressing
So let me liven the place
By the look
I think they’re asking For
A pie in the face
If they’re on the ground
we can grab em’
First we
tie them down
Then shoot them clowns
From a cannon
But hey bro’s Big ups!
Representing the rainbow
Could of guessed
by your closet
You
Don’t forget even
Have to say so
I came so
I can drop a bomb
on top of The payload
I hope these lamo’s dont
End themselves up
With halo
These days it seems
You don’t need personality
What should be hot is not it’s reversed polarity.
Move back you wanna be Tupac
Tough guy rappers get stuck up like blu tack
Who's that following new fads?
News flash sucka ya crews wack
These Boom bap beats bangin hard as a blue rag
Capiesh? Gettin loose as an old pair of jeans
In a scene where it seems like everyone and their dogs an mc
Treating the music like fast food
Crossin the t's dotting the i's
But recognise you're not rockin it right
Ya styles as Fake as a silicone tit
Dribbling spit sorry baby ain't feelin that shit
Gather ya things pack it up i've had it with pricks
Lackin the gift of gab acting like they're packin a clip
Embarrassing you Aussies with American accents
Yeah thats them, definition of wackness
You lack sense like grown men and rainbow hair dye
The writings on the wall like OG hand styles
Your crew ain't sick they're just coming down with the sniffles
And you ain't shit move along make it official
Eeny meeny miney mo
Snatch a rappers microphone
Wack Mcs it's time to go
Eeny meeny miney may
Dropping names and chasing fame
Up your game or off the stage
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Bomb Threat Sydney, Australia
A dynamic Hip-Hop crew formed in 2017
Mikoen -
MC-
(Reverse
Polarities, Daily Meds, Big Village & South West Syndicate).
Caustic Yoda -Beatmaker/Producer-
(TwoToes,Cooking with Caustic, Goro & Otherside).
DJ Codeks -
DJ & Producer-(Down Under Beats, Platterpush & Codeks).
Aisha -
Vocals -
newcomer to the scene.
For bookings please contact us at: bombthreat.music1@gmai.com
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