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posse cut - 184 (2) lyrics

[verse 1: skuff]
touch the flavor, it’s on for force of nature
cutting through the layers of sound like swords and saviours
i cater through your hometown, spit with my own sound
i’m sick and dope as brown, ripped flows in smoky towns
gifted, find me in a car where the lift blaze
ride it to brighton as i’m arriving, kids like “[?]!”
i’m totalitarian, so bad i’m scaring them
delegates of culture bring the dope raps, we tearing them

[verse 2: koaste]
heads scatter, i run the wall like sepp blatter
the next snapper skip the next chapter where my text shatters
glass, the paragraphs cut you like amortoise
string you up red like a band of clasps in ballet class
it’s pappalard’s big shout on the south coast
the outposts giving competition, the brown flows
check the alcoves in the ring where your towel [?]
[?] leaving rappers blue like [?]

[verse 3: dr. syntax]
turn generic fakes to negative sp*ce
similar to a venomous snake’s deadly embrace
cause i’m reveling my predatory traits when i lace [?]
haters get faced, rearranging their statements
taking vacations, cain for the laziness
pay for mistakes when remaining complacent
i get live like, waking the dead
rhyming nightmare, you’re not safe in your bed
[verse 4: sonny jim]
i just rolled this one spliff the size of a drumstick
when son’ spits, lads are like “f*ck this and jump sh*t”
f*cking philistines, jim’s got bigger fish to fry
and i’ve been sitting tight, but right about now, it’s my dinner time
i get you open like an allen key
none of this is an act of me so you won’t be casting me in your master [?]
oh, you see my name in the magazine?
i sn*tch up a wack mc and gladly dash him right off the balcony

[verse 5: rupert]
yo it’s rook and you i’ll smack you up with a snooker cube
puke on you and still get a good review from you
i’ll put the shoe to cruise
letting rupert loose is a stupid move
we’ll be b*tting heads like we’re two canoes
i use canoes and beat a powerboat across the channel
refuse to lose with just the power of a broken paddle
i use my flow to mangle man’s heart
you can get your hands cut with brambles if you ramble on my land, c*nts

[verse 6: stig of the dump]
well, of course i’m heavy, d*ckhead, i’m totally overweight
you know something’s wrong if i’m rapping in a sober state
i drink till my head spins quick in a row of blades
and any chance of silence is rapidly thrown away
sh*t faced, you see i’m always on a p*ss take
i barge into a party and the kids are like “stig, ‘ey!”
i’m totally inappropriate
most don’t know how to take me, i’m crazy, they can’t cope with it
[verse 7: salvo mifune]
i’m glued to the box, this is my type of dust work
swap a job search, hands down for a crossword
the lost nerd, i stumble all the way home
every city’s been covered in these broken down payphones
this sick country ever hungry for a buck or two
scamming breaks straight at your crate, i take the coppers too
it’s nothing new, see, i’m naggy, so i won’t fail
f*ck riding up on anybody else’s coattails

- 184 2 lyrics

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