Lyrics: Lorenz Prichard/Chris Pope
Music: Peter Farrer/Lorenz Prichard
Live up
Up next be the hi tech
Mic checker hit the set on a hype tip
Raise your lighter
You don’t want a bite from the viper
Strike like the eye of the tiger
Who can test this?
My crew be super wicked
Most humans are too sadistic
Fat rhymes I dropped them
That’s what the difference
Bloke ain’t got a pot to piss in
Hot stepping on the rhythm
Just dip in my tip and
I still got you flipping and licking your lips
Spit with precision
Meticulous script
On some ridiculous shit Infinite energy
Tongue will be tapping the tympani
Lung will be backing the melody
No la-di-da bit
Just party hard kid
Bump this track in the back of your car shit
Murderous music
Nuking the beat straight
Murking the verses
Lurk in the dirt with the serpents
Folk ain’t serving their purpose
Feels like the worlds getting worse
Still carry the burden
Back to the lab and we
Burning ‘em up
Straight burning ‘em up
Happy to purge ‘em
Leaving ‘em cut
Surgeon serving em up
Erupt in your face
Like “who’s that punk mother****er?”
Bust in and wave my big words
Like perspicacious
Cause I’ve been travelling the world for ages
P.Smurf now you heard the name
Keep it out of your mouth
And I’ll keep it the same
Verbal lacerations
Gorilla on the track I’m ape shit
Strapped to bring it back to basics
Bass
Bass in the place
Shaking the floor
Get faded for days
Big bass
Straight ice grilling
Mouth full of money
Aim for the face
Big bass
Big bass bam boom bap
Who’s that?
P.S on a smooth rap
Tupac type ting
Without the dying
More about the militant minded rhyming
All eyes, on him
Freestyle king of the ocean known to dive in
And go for a nice swim
Trident in hand shooting bolts of lightening
Like Ziggy da zip zap zoom
Beating my own chest like I’m a big baboon
Because I dig that tune
Kind of like a gardener
Ripping out roots with a harvester
Chris Munky the carpenter
Crafting a beat cooler than Antarctica
We run shit like the mafia
Now welcome to the party
Can you feel that bass?
Bass
Bass in the place
Shaking the floor
Get faded for days
Big bass
Straight ice grilling
New vibrations
Radiating like True Vibe nation
Make your waistline wiggle
Twist your nipples give you the giggles
This is bass salvation
Turn it louder get the ground shaking
Make it bounce
We came here to spit missiles and that’s official
Drop the bass
In the bottom of your chest
I don’t want to leave
Better get the Sess
A little bit of spin
One cigarette
I mixed up with a bit of this bud
Gonna get us lifted
Off in the distance
Don’t wanna get stitched up
Zipped up
Friends end up in stitches
It’s tough
Kids living in ditches
Destructive
Smurf and Munky ain’t nothing to **** with
Quick with words
Straight rumble in numbers
Up in the jungle
Keeping the peace
Pick ‘em up when they tumble
Street
Back on your feet
Lie on the floor
Back on the beat
Balling for days
Leave ‘em all in amazement
Pure dedication to detonation
Explosive
Land mine rhymes
My shit be the dopest
Leave MC’s looking hopeless
Done those things most kids couldn’t cope with
Still I spit with devotion
A little bit of boasting
Flows will start quick
Then quickly starts going back to slow motion
Explosive bass