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power - spit syndicate lyrics

[intro: jimmy nice]
oh yeah
what up, illy al? what up, 60?
it’s my turn, man
it’s my turn

[verse 1: jimmy nice]
i’m livin’ in a forty level, terrace that towers out of the heavens
i’ma pull out a rock from my bag made from hessian
try to knock at my windows [?]
make it rain [?] everywhere we steppin’, a’ight
they call me jimmy dean or james flames, it’s all the same
hayne or federer: ain’t no one better in the game
got a bird’s-eye view, meanin’ h-lla good aim
a voicemail records whenever y’all prayin’
i’m a triple six in the sky, i’m f-ckin’ unpredictable (hey)
sunshine in the summer, i’m f-ckin’ up that ritual (all right)
try to send me to satan for playin’ cards, skippin’ school
kept one up my sleeve and tripped you fools
i’m a joker, formulatin’ my set, i forget
where my ball, the news and [?]
sh-t, get us some petty, i think we gonna hit red
six eggs left, [?] my racing bed
got the real james dean to [?]
wouldn’t be half bad if [?] half dead
this my halfway home, half white, half red
ask fred who bedrock it the hardest in the bed ([?])
he gon’ tell you my name, betty say lu
if he tell me your name we gon’ say, “who?”
horrorshow and joyride make up the crew
and we been puttin’ in work, check the résumé, dude
2002, we recorded through computer mics
seven rappers in one take, make sure you do it right
[?] droppin’ a cameo for [?]
then we dropped the future’s bright [?] the light
call me c-cky, but i can do this with my eyes shut
mouth shut when talkin’ to cops, put five up
school teacher told me that “there’s no i in team”
in turn i’m tellin’ him my team run the i-dub
f-ck what you talkin’ ’bout, lyrically put the chalk around ya
i’m tired of bein’ short-changed like a water fountain
maybe that’s karma for all the times that i stole from ’em
see gold, got a hold like gollum

[interlude: nick lupi]
uh
yeah
a-diddy, loop that up for me, man, if you would be so kind

[verse 2: nick lupi]
turn up the speakers, i still
got instrumentals playin’ in my inner monologue (still)
i’m in a zone once i get the lyrics poppin’ off
furniture movin’ and lights flickin’ on and off
paranormal sh-t when we in your city rockin’ spots
one day is the clique, spit, horrorsquad
joyride ’bout to shut ’em down, just give ’em what you got
i sleep when i’m dead, let’s get a bottle [?]
way too much p-ssy to be tamed to be noddin’ off
and, yo, i’m wide awake, in a state, higher place
kush in the air, i’m in an elevated mind state
hold up, let me just find my place
let me take it back for a sec, yeah, let’s rewind the tape
rockin’ shows in high school, yeah, i had a fake id
faded every weekend, still i aced the hsc (98)
there were no girls back then, was mainly me
but now the girls at our shows look like they from a agency
like priscilla’s, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a desert queen (uh-uh)
i’m talkin’ ’bout some dime pieces in the mezzanine (oh yeah)
and she lookin’ d-mn fine in them denim jeans (uh, uh)
west coast, evergreen, twisted like some fettuccine
we in perth, we rock a show, we hit the strippers (uh)
they lookin’ at us like, “these c-nts ain’t gonna tip us”
the country girls ask me, “nick, do you have a misses?”
i said, “even if i did would it really make a difference?”
ou, she do it vicious, d-mn, i need a witness
we get a bit of hate but it’s mostly well wishers
mostly well fit b-tches
i’m tryna put some ticks on my wish list, gourmet sh-t on my dishes

[outro: nick lupi]
yeah, we back up in this
[?] got the weed and [?] got the [?]
[?] this the one dayer’s business
we back up in this
[?]

- spit syndicate lyrics

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