D. Green - So Far lyrics

(Verse 1 - Upfront MC) Been in the public eye for a couple of months now A group of sick spitters coming with one sound That gets bumped to your Mum's house A studio flat sittin' with skunk out Bet you never knew that we'd grow fat Chewin' this ???? It's nuts how Now you can travel the world in a sentence And get hated on and dissed by some people before you have met them But I'll keep going and pursuing for a while yet We wild Tec shot people Like stompin' on a child's head Money shouldn't be the motivation to make music Though fakes use it We make ‘em stop moving like brake fluid I fell in love with the sound of hip hop hearing the greats do it Not a bunch of pricks that aim for fame through it Straight sh** dribbling insignificant script mimicking lyricists get kicked till their kids missing limbs When I spit glistening lyrics that split the wigs of a critic and any person, in short: this is big isn't it? (Chorus) Say what you wanna say Do what you wanna do Cause at the end of the day we're here and we're coming through Hate if you wanna hate Screw if you wanna screw But at the end of the day we're bringing you something new Spray what you wanna spray Choose what you wanna choose Cause at the end of the day we're here and we're coming through Sleep if you wanna sleep Boo if you wanna boo But at the end of the day we're bringing you truth (Verse 2 - Upfront MC) Still sometimes shocked at the way that it's moving We're making tunes and doing videos that people are rating when viewing Murkin' shows, clothes, burning EPs on CDs Hip hops a game, we're pursuing, ain't no way that we're losing Coming with chat that sounds mentally unstable So eventually we'll make you grow nuts like we're bred to be AWOL Takin' shots at ???? and steady your aim dude Cause I'm ready to bake you like an edible cake, I'll chew Before spitting out the rapper with fake tunes If they claim truths in their fake views Make no mistake Who's gonna drain rooms at their brain tubes when I spray booths Hope it ain't you I bust with a mic in my hand like masturbating on stage, it's A craftsmen with a brain sick like a man with a plague is So best to cancel your playlist, find this CD and play this Split Prophets on the move now, no way you can change it (Chorus) (Verse 3 - D. Green) I take a pull of my spliff and excel on my enemies The thoughts of a girl in my sentences, eventually You're blown away when we click, load and spray You didn't note the stage was on cause you're slow mentally We keep it live like a pylon Moisturise dry songs That's right, the bad's strong Epic when we write songs Package ‘em up with some ravenous f** Fakes try imitate but what they're lacking is us So, we're back on this rapping ting We find the formula In the lab for six weeks on beats and tore it up So the talkin's done Banging out your speakers Slangin' loud in the red zone You dead clones' heads blown From the peach sh** Are you best known Your CD didn't get repeated But your number got deleted I knew you were weak from the get go My bredda said so Who the f** comes in a nightclub with f**ing headphones?