BVA - That's You lyrics

[Verse 1: Leafdog] You only do it for the money so you never made it Only rap to bang the honey but you only date it And she ain't even rate it Only f**ed you cause her friend played it Real love, you can't save it Loop it up and tape it back and recreate it Hate the opposition if they're looking like the favourite He's lookin like he'll take it so you try and run him down The one you never expect is allways gonna take the crown That's why my ears to the ground Hear the Vibrations Like a thousand elephants stamping on pavements With a piff fragrance Dried can of bu*ter on the apron I hear them faintly mutter how they hate him To take the game you gotta break the game f** the fame make it lane deal with shame And wind up with the same all day Talking like it's all in vain Innevitable ball and chain But the cycles here for the rain and it won't be the same [Verse 2: Fliptrix] Yo we walk asleep Reform the scene with our Sorcery No remorse or walk on the floor Become course draw with our awful park? Get applauded accordingly Listen to voices in my head like i do normally Do i tell the truth or am i screwing with you audibly Is this out of character or am i acting Ordinary Break you down to atoms just to play with you so forcibly A mother-f**ing titan in this game yes i was born to be Born to see this place like. mmmmmmm No one could Putting in the work till we're never getting overlooked All these hopeless jokers getting shook then they close the book The 4 owls keep it straight Hood So you know it's good Till we get extinct like Diplodocus am i going so ferocious Falling like a loco-motive going coast to coast We keep the flows alive Inifinite with the dosage our supply is never ending Bring the realness to your life [Verse 3: BVA] I got form plus I'm ill'ing So i cut out the "S" Before you forget let my rhymes slap that sh** on they chest I role with Fliptrix and trust me land them sh**s on your head Weed connoisseur i need it like they're making some bread See i was born brazzen f** being raised i'm a game degrading West country beef if you want it straight from the pit with flames in Ain't nothing strange they'll regret the day they let Josh and James in These creations escaped and took flight and traveled many nations Verbs down to a T that's why i roll with him Heads spin like linoleum Moment we take control of 'em Don't collect rappers but im owning them Exploding like petroleum No fair match strike when we're bowling in A thin line between hopeless and dopeless The focus stays high like hopes of jokers wishing we'd choke Only stop to cough a blunt smoke a red hot poke And to the scene i seem to breathe fire but really i spoke [Verse 4: Verb T] You played yourself like Malkovich but how is it You didn't see you wern't the one that's pulling all the strings though Looking kinda counterfit, sh** tone it down a bit Brain is all hypnotised need to snap out of it I see my goals like prey and im pouncing In my front room meditating on a mountain Balancing a physical form my spirit was torn Felt heat like Miami then im hit with a storm Coming for anything and everything An unquenchable thrist we from 2 places like a 'Nephalin?' Between heaven and earth and still trying to settle this We banging heads like a bunch of rowdy metal kids Plotting in a sediment return to the dirt The rotten and the eloquent emerged in the verse With the twist, whatever it is Certainly works hope the side effects dont take a turn for the worse!