Song Title: Rogue State
Produced, Composed & Arranged by MicWrecka
MicWrecka vocals recorded by himself at The Wrecktifier Lab
Yang Arif, R.A.S.H The Warchild & WordsManifest vocals recorded by Al-Z at Alpha Studios
Sxph vocals recorded by himself at Menara Mimpi
Jin Hackman vocals recorded by himself at Jiniusatwork Studio
Cuts by DJ Nesh recorded by Dae Kim at Jiniusatwork Studio
Mixed by MicWrecka at The Wrecktifier Lab
[MicWrecka]
I never left, decide to return
Some had gain fame the rest still never learn
So peers declined while technically refined
This is bigger than the bars, beats and punchlines
The thrill of victory, the agony defeat
If i ain't your favourite rapper tell em Im here to compete
Completely deplete the deceit to obsolete
Transform decepticon stars scream retreat
Wack rappers are dough-nuts (donuts) their mind on krispy kreme (cream)
This is freddy kruger to those living the dream
The Rebel Scum standing up againts any regime
Keep on fightin, til the end justifies the means
You up againts a poet with a heart of warrior
Excessive mutated midi-chlorian sure to worry ya
Skills of a jedi, silver tongue of an orator
Rhetoric approach with the force of breakin barrier
Then i bury ya entertainment form of diversion
Bombarded by weapons of mass distraction
Conclusion the dumb enslaved to the rhythm
The death is blinded they hearin aids they retarded vision
(Hook)
[Yang Arif]
Micwrecking with not fear, say your prayers
Tribal saliva spears on your neck, scumbag respect
Illing lord villain take pillage and burn
Until the learn, lyrics that send spirits to wastelands
Face slam with words, make you nervous
Connoissessur C4 every floor
Though manifest, knowledge is born
Spawn weapons out of thin air
Overstand study sand, punch a nail with skills
Spill quills, battlefield motivators of wind chills
Never still, erased from outerspace
No easy escape, break frames insane chew a chain
Run trains, flow water like drain out body weight
Orginal greed, dont care for a seed, any breed
Put you in the ground quick growth get smoked
Pounds of choke, find a rope, scriber notes
Rebel ghost rider coat, viper low at the art show
Camel clutch tight grip, no hammers rust
Know harm in trust, warning alarms
Fishing pond dump average, anti social immaculate
Folded soldier body disposal, real players are choses
(Hook)
[Sxph]
Saph been quiet but the pen still scribblin text
Still rep the set, wrap up sets and receivin cheques
AIM nominated
I was broke at the time, them beats was made on illegal apps
But still I rock a legit flow
Dont act like u didn't know
Been on levels u never been to
Spits kerosine, my mic's like a flame thrower
The most favorite among rappers, bruh i see u
So sick, should've been admitted in
I plead guilty i murder tracks, no reasonin
Uh- Behind them 16 bars was my imprisonment
Ya'll stylin on a ??, but showin no experience
Fuck it, i choked in a battle on TV
I'm always way better in the studio, numbers i still see
And I'm still fit to rap coz the metronome's clickin
Don't need the mic but the mic begged me to keep spittin'
[R.A.S.H The Warchild]
Double LLF, Rogues In This MF
Who Wanna F With Us? My Villains Bring Doom Like MF
The Metal Face, Worst Than The Leather Face
Rip Ya Face Off, Stitch It On My Straight Jacket, Leather Face
Rogues Wrecking Up Ya Whole Section, Full Effect
Flow Handsome, You And Your Crew Hold Hands Bitch
Throw Axes, Put Ya In A Cold Casket
Burn You, Take The Bong And Smoke Yo Ashes
I Crack heads of Crack Heads With An Eightball
Got The Secret Recipe, Of Course We 'Bout To Cake Off
Stretch Ya Tiny Vocals, You'll Sound Like Nate Dogg
Leave A Rapper Faceless Because He Wanted A Face Off
Rogues Squadron, We Make Ya Whole Squadron
We Fold MCs And Chuck 'Em Like An Old Carpet
Stop Talking 'Bout The Techs Ya Blew
Underground Or Mainstream, I'm Like F You 2, Lawalah
(Hook)
[Jin Hackman]
The way I'm Ramen (rhyming), it's like I lost my noodles
Draw crowds like Fritilldea, that's just how I doodle
Style so peculiar, while yours is straight doodoo
Might go slap a panda to leave her bamboo-zled
Foolproof strategy, drop bombs steadily
Those biting my shit hard are guaranteed the cavities
Which era did it best? Nineties, eighties, seventies
Hmm, that's irrelevant, rap's killing it presently
Bring the ruckus like a group of Chinese tourists
Wrap yourselves in orange robes - still can't boo this (Buddhist)
Always push the envelope when it comes to music
There ain't no antidote for me, I am just too sick
And way too Nice to be coached, slicing your throats
Pen game so tight, I'll even write for your ghosts
We bumping Sean Price, yall bumping Sean Paul
You fuckin cornballs, my Rogues are on call
And you know it
[WordsManifest]
My 16s drop with the rage of six teens
Ain't no other kind of dope designed to fix fiends
Fuck a firefight - here's an old man who spits flame
And who knocks you out the frame I can't even fit screens
I won't even fuck your life, you shoulda been aborted
Frontin like you payin dues, when we know you can't afford it
Straighten out your mic cord, bitch, make sure it's not distorted
And if Manifest is on it then you best fuckin record it
Stop - you can't see us, my squad is visualisers
And you bleedin on the floor before you realise it
No victims in my life, only slaughtered victimizers
Cuz even when I fall and get back up no victim rises
... Fall back son, shit is unfuckwittable
Fuck a subliminal, I been openly critical
Before you clap, best make sure your gun cocked
I got you runnin round the block tryina match one syllable
Don't need the mic but the mic begged me to keep spittin
(Hook)
