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Ride With Us

by Bomb Threat

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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 debut EP 'Ride With Us' on 12" vinyl

4 tracks plus 2 exclusive accapellas & 2 instrumentals.

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released October 9, 2020

Produced by Caustic Yoda
Cuts by DJ Codeks
Lyrics & vocals by Mikoen & Aisha
Guest vocals by D.Clayton, D.Biggar & M. Marsters
Bass on "Ride With Us" & "Red Rum" by Jarv
Bass on 'Crew Ain't Sick" by Waza
Engineered by T.Kabanov at CWC Studio
Cover Art by Mikoen
Copyright Bomb Threat 2020

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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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