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Crew Aint Sick (feat. Masta Marx)

from Ride With Us by Bomb Threat

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lyrics

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

credits

from Ride With Us, released October 9, 2020
Lyrics written & performed by Mikoen, Masta Marx & Aisha
Production by Caustic Yoda
Cuts by Codeks
Bass by Waza
Mixed, Mastered and Engineered by T.Kabanof at CWC Studios

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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 ... more

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