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Australian Grime Freestyle Lyrics by Son Of Sam (Band)

2016

Intro:
Shut Up
Haha
Aight
C'mon
One-Take
LGEEZ
Diem, AUS, MLB
Sunnah Sunnah
A Dot J Dot
LGEEZ
Yeah
Verse 1 (Diem):
Bad mine, Bad mine
Not gonna say my bad, my bad
Did I catch you at a bad time, bad time
Watch your step, landmine
You're some -
Bad mine, Bad mine
Not gonna say my bad, my bad
Did I catch you at a bad time, bad time
Watch your step, landmine, landmine
Come den parmy
Suicidal - kamikaze
Now you're folding, origami
Now you're falling, an anarchy
If I don't show face, balaclava
You're wide-open, panorama
Get under your skin, melanoma
Soak this in son - serotonin
Yeah, tell them once
Stick to my guns like Elma Fudd
I see red 'till the bell rings, blood
See red be L's above
Ay look
What the hell ya done
Get dealt one wish and he held his tongue
Raised 'round goons and moody thugs
That back me if I ever held a grudge
More kind than cruel
Still touch the mic and duel
Still got a licence to slew
Act my age, not the size of my shoes
And the shoe fits when I'm in the booth
You can get shown up when I'm in the room
You can get shown up with Diem in a set
And buzz-off like some flying insect that's dying in a room
Verse 2 (Alex Jones):
I'm an arrogant cunt, stumbling drunk with a cannabis skunk
Walk in the club with a pack of them drugs
And I ain't gonna leave 'till I haven't got one
I got that smoke in the back of my lungs
Reefer that smells like lavender does
Hold my note, I stay rolling stoned
Suttin' like Mick Jagger when I'm packing that blunt
I'm a nuisance and I know that I've never been stupid
I was out for a payday, been through the grey days
Could have been a grade-A student
Man I don't fuck with these losers
These Peking ducks are all gooses
I might beat the slut to my music
Shits so easy cuz and I'm ruthless
Like bring heat to your skin, Solarium
Go sleep with a fish, aquarium
I heard Pizo diss, hilarious
Cut it out kid, caesarean
You won't slap no one here
You drop tracks, no one hears
You get air, no one cares
Known over there you're a no one here
2016 still drunk in the club
Still roll up with a skunk and a blunt
Still got sticky mud stuck to my cup
Still got amphetamines under my tongue
Rush me you must be dumb de de dumb
And I'm ready for anybody to come, brudda come
If you steppin' you better worry
I got the machete on me
To sever through anybody
And puncture your lungs
Verse 3 (Son of Sam):
They say sleep is the cousin of death thats okay cause I'm feelin alright
We stayin awake go to bed the next day 'n' we call it a night
We lining up shots like a firing squad when we get in the door
Our pockets stay lined with narcotics
We got no regard for the law
Fuck 'em, none of yous are getting nothin, nah
Not from the sunnah, nah
Cunts wanna run up nah ain't shakin' nothing nah
Arrogant cunt
No time to be humble I'm out for myself
Paranoid switching the sim in my cell
They say all this money is heaven to smell
Then why does it feel like we're livin in hell
On the verge of losing my shit
My business partner got pinched
Now when I'm in the car I can hear my heartbeat every time we passing the pigs
When you start depending on N's
People say you start neglecting your friends
Well no disrespect but if you pay my rent
I won't have to cancel our plans
Get it, jump in a rented
[?]
Head to the chemist no key to get in
Smash through the entrance
Head to the back where the pill press is
Son of Sam I'm like fuck the fans
Nah serious, fuck the fans
In the back of the club with some sluts and we getting fucked up
Yeah bruz, cause we got them grams
Hook (Alex Jones):
Tell em you don't you really want it with the realest if you wanna come and get it better think about the consequence
You don't you really want it with the realest if you wanna come and get it better think about the consequence
You don't you really want it with the realest if you wanna come and get it better think about the consequence
It ain't cockiness
It's confidence
Even the mirror keeps giving me compliments

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