[Intro: Lflows, Verbill, Brad Strut]
Yeah, what up? Official mixtape, fuckin’ murderous, bitch
Verbill, Lflows, Brad Strut
Official mixtape
It’s legendary
Fuckin’ peep this shit, bitches
Check this shit out
Yeah, check it
You fuckin’ want to
One
Left One
Check, check
[Verse 1: Lflows]
Yeah, you make me wanna smack your throat, make you collapse and choke
You cats is broke, actin’ like you stackin’ notes
I don’t need cash to cope, just be rap, you joke
You’re trash like a fuckin’ empty pack o’ smokes, I’ll
Dash your hopes from Melbourne to Bris-Vegas
Ain’t seldom to kids, haters, we melt ‘em with sick pages
Can tell if they bitch, fakers ain’t got time to waste
Mate, just try and debate, I don’t define what’s great
And I ain’t got no desire to hate, but with those rhymes you kick it
I’ll take the time to break and redesign your face
Pop faggots prob’ly ain’t your kind o’ taste
But you behind the pace actin’ like those rhymes you make is
Straight fire, they ain’t, guy
You a peasant, when I die, they’ll call me the [?]
No mercy, keep my verses dope
I’m so thirsty, flow dirty, never heard o’ soap
Keep that fuckin’ throat burning, helps those nerves to cope
No sleep, no earning, with no herbs to smoke
You nerds don’t deserve to quote them words I wrote
Watch my pen give birth as you hurts a flow
Left One, we a bunch o’ scumbags to respect
Baggage your set, crack a fresh bag on the steps
Yeah, I’m taggin’ you feds, but with some staggerin’ text
Pissed, writin’ shit ‘til my fuckin’ pad is a mess, what?
[Verse 2: Brad Strut]
I rock important wordplay and debauchery
Serve slaves verbally, superb slays surgery
Brave courtesy in the worst way visual
My Earth’s like dismal, I heard they’s critical
I down a brown bottle, purse pain pitiful
My sound’s another drink, burbs stay lyrical
I flirt with death in an empty bar miracle
Plenty scars on my soul, memory, and physical
Leisurely, I spit at fools with hidden jewels
Most boast, when they learnin’ the ropes, are still at school
My dope quotes are the pinnacle, perfect and natural
Certain and tactical, permanent, practical
Vermin exterminated, servin’ you what you wanted
This shit, you bump in your ride, girly upon the bonnet
Any fucker can try, but only some have got it
I stare and shrug at the sky, another wanna vomit
[Verse 3: Verbill]
[?] bare, so how the fuck is we supposed to compare?
I talk shit and get my stinkin’ arse thrown off the air
I know not to stare if you see my crew just pass by quick
‘Cause my clique is known to leave a kid’s arse quite kicked
Ask what the last guy did to get his dark eye tint
Check his x-rays, I heard he got some large sized [?]
My entourage rhymes, dick, you’re entourage rides dicks
And anyone that rolls with ‘em needs a hard right fist
In they head physically, and anyone that says differently
Is dead simply the dumbest fuck I’ve met literally
I set history every time the pen is with me
You get fidgety and your jaws descend instantly
Cunts that’s frickin’ dissin’, just shut your lips and listen
Constructive advice; Fuck constructive criticism
I’m more likely to take the stuff you isn’t diggin’
And multiply it by ten for you to bump it in the system (Chuck that on)
To weak fucks; You’ll get chucked into submission
Have your arms bent back to an uncomfortable position
Then I’ll start with the punchin’ and the kickin’
And fuck you up worse than me cookin’ somethin’ in the kitchen
Honestly written in capitals with an apostrophe
You motherfuckers could benefit from watchin’ me
Left One and Brad Strut, the legendary matchup
Move units like we found a better place then packed up
[Commentary: Jehst]
Yo, this is Brimstone A.K.A. Jehst [?], live from the nuclear bunker, London
Brad Strut, Lyrical Commission, Legendary
The Official Mixtape, yeah?
UK to Australia, all the way, peace
