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(feat. Jeswon & Tuka - Thundamentals) [Verse 1: Jewson] So many chumps stepping up with these murderous raps Yeah fuck that, man to me that's like the surface scratch Worthless chaps, I guess that I'm circumspect Cause young lads haven't figured out their purpose yet Fake thugs take drugs, pop a percocet Then straight up out my way while I work the set I won't fade away til they learn respect They say that knowledge is free - but I've incurred some debt I owe about ten grand on the tertiary And don't stress if the next man hasn't heard of me Prone to rock a fresh jam, lift em verbally With a verse that burns spots like the third degree This word mercenary whose data's slaying at the rate of knots Like DJ's on the fader bringing the flavour like an apricot It's blazing hot, my syllables are melting your screw face Got originals to bootleg so stash it in my suitcase Yeah I blew up a new place, the future's repugnant With humans replaced by computers that function On no sleep, so sick of losing my lunchen These fools in their suits are the root of destruction [Chorus x2: Tuka & Jewson] 'Sup chump, why you speaking up? Letras de cancionesIt's all fun - we can see your bluff How long do you think you can keep it up Before the real recognise that you're weak as (fuck) [Verse 2: Tuka] Yeah we're bonafide, while these cats are boring as mannequins Pre-packed prototypes of corporate shananigans With their facts distorted, ya'll kiss the floor - I spit the pure You only act important cause you're insecure I bring a storm that'll linger on and on The phenominon dropping bombs on your friggin pop songs Yo I'm thinking what's wrong with the world - it's gone quite mad We're buying sweat shop products with expensive price tags Go melt the ice caps, hide in your ignorance Dollar signs got your eyes blind and oblibious Understand I'm not try'na rub it in This is real, not wonderland - this world is suffering Yo it's not buzzing, acting like you don't know About Kyoto, man I'm going low coast stand Go watch your smoke float and infect our horizons While the globe chokes and the temperature rising Channeling thoughts, ya'll can fill in the blanks This is Tuk to the snatch and I'm building a case I'd rather spit in your face than start kissing your feet I'll leave it for the pecking, all the sweet chickens can feed [Chorus x2] [Chasm cutting it up on the decks then fade] From Letras Mania