Fritz - 12 Guys, 1 Beat lyrics

[Verse: Dismay] People often tell me that my bars are too clever they're too hard to medal with 'Cause I'm known to bring the heat and set fire to em 'Til they got no comebacks like a yarloop resident, I'm far to menacing In a cypher... I carve through, send harpoons through ya hearts no cartoon relevance Spit with harsh truth to march to While they argue he ain't on the same level but the bars prove hes relevant Homie check the evidence you could never better 'em Looked at like an up n' comer - More like a Veteran Burn emcees 'til they looking like skeletons And benefit from it - Like crackheads in Centrelink Claiming emcee ya' just Facebook Rappers I get on a beat and lace hooks that leave ya face shook f*ggots With that crazed look cypher spitting Ask around Dizzy got the fire in him you don't wanna try him he be on that ISIS mission b**h [Scratches: DJ Denno] [Verse: Big T] We just them, Rawlab some rhyme k**ers Filling up with the wack, you're just a line filler It's like I'm in a prison surrounded by bars and villains And None of us give two sh**'s about your feelings We're clocking up respect while you're going for millions No amount of money will ever make you a real one You can take ya' d** but never fake the funk Shooting off from my mouth with that platinum plus (WHAT) [Verse: Grinny] Let me lay it out, bringing out some Real Talk - Like Dwiz does Let me play it out, what's that? You new to the biz bruz? Welcome, you think you're making a big buzz Hell son, I'll put you infants in d**h beds like SIDS does Bringing the life to a cypher, pushing the height of the fire Spit the fuel & flames in spite and hide the desire Exhaling the flammable breath fumes spewing out of my chest A hundred proof dropping napalm all over the rest, I digress What the f** was I saying? You losing to Holmes jaw drop - Like Rousey mayne' Step into the ring, that's an everlasting house of pain What's the price you're willing to part with for an ounce of fame? You're fighting you're way in, but I've got you outweighed in wordplay With a right to the chin leave you left on the floor dazed Let me count you out while we dance with the 5, 6, 7, 8 I'm sixteen bars in I've forgotten your name mate [Verse: Zanda Elwood] When I smoke the skunk it's like I'm driving drunk So mean with a slug when I'm blazing c*nts One-Double-Zero be the crew that's us And we came to cause a ruckus if you brave enough So always be aware son, I'll always catch ya' bluffin' The crew is like a flight of stairs - Always up to something And you know that I keep it slick, Swooshing like a Nike tick You're running up but losing quick and that's why I'm the realest, b**h [Verse: MKA] Man, I'm over-stressed and raps my only med Well that's baloney 'cause I'm on over ten I've been sober less since Nova said they condone my threads After they said I'd be a jabroni at best I wanna get stoned to d**h and I don't mean get stones thrown at my head But smoke cones 'til I've gotta go to bed sh** man no dope? Sniff gas off the stove Or chrome instead... My braincells are mostly dead Probably explains why my rhymes make no sense My mind's wasted and so bare I can tie my laces so don't go there But if you say sh** i'll give you eight hits While you stand there and take it like I froze air In this game there's a lack of dope heads Since all these kids that are ten think they flow best Sometimes I wish that I would just go deaf [Verse: Frits] Ayo I'm banned from Officeworks - For wrecking a pen and pad Call me Peter Pan I'm always flying, b**h, I Never Land And from that you might think that I'm full of myself I'm not but I scream "FRITS" when I'm pulling myself But I bet you a buck you're feeling me like I'm crowd surfin' I hire my own words - to get and verbs and nouns working It's perfect always loud and absurd verses So I now that I graced this Earth for a profound purpose But the dopest are over looked so I'll never get fame You playing snap with my biro - not matching my pen game A verse full of punchlines is never enough Although yours is like a face only a mother could love! I've got them fire rhymes spitting circles around emcees You could spit in a corner but wouldn't hit 90 degrees My clock says it's noon I guess my time is up I'm that Dry Coke Dealer, yeah, my Lines Are Done [Scratches: DJ Denno] [Verse: Braidz] Now it's time for that Public Enemy - No Flayva Flav sh** Bars come so hard they could wake the neighbours A wordsmith word twist's that's why they named me Braidz, kid You've got no claim to fame if you're only claim's your famous Been two years in the making ain't been able to write sh** So much on my mind if I lay it on the table it might flip Tryna' keep the fans happy writing conscious songs When I wanna be Bad For A Day - Like Conker was These imbeciles keep picking at me Who don't know Aus Kickin with me - Not just some kids and some teens This is Burn City, I love it, most have lived in the streets You Dope Rapping To Facebook - But ain't sh** to the scene While I've bin' into beef - Like a Butchers Trash Smoke a Kilo a day - Like AshTonne Kutchers Dad I've got these other rookies mad now I'm actually buzzin' There's nobody in an amateur, but amateur's iBody - Like Apple Products [Verse: DSP] Initially tried and tested now radicalized and pressured You've never seen any MC as desperate upon the sentence as D.S.P possessing the stress & aggression Capable of levelling like presidents weapons known as the Predators (Murderer) When the microphone's connected and Poet's present The spirit of every individual ever rejected formulates a nexus And next second projecting of all this energy verily the greatest vexing of all you censors Fence sitters attempting a defence of lack of action Have this activist snapping foregoing napping Just rapping as if the cessation of yapping Will result in the sensation of not being able to breathe and vent some pa**ion Women and gentleman swimming within these murky waters Searching for something other than bigot's lurking at our borders Welcome to Australia - Home of the dope rhymer Dope rhymer, igniting cords a la primer to lighten the darkness right up, b**h [Verse: Dr. Dormant] Looking at life see Paired with a symmetry, we care for the mimicry Please stare they're prolific with the gimmicky wizardry blissfully symphonies Plain nose like painted imagery I deploy pain for affinity the proximity of deserved divinity Heard for a (nerds?) wordsmith curse 'til his verbs worthless 'sturbed 'til he's (heard?) murdered Brain activity Same syllably, pain's k**ing me (Nah...) I can handle the branded demanded progression So question the verse put forward distorts to a thought that grows to be more than morbid You ignore a (bored flaw's?) cause to be more than flawless It's sort of scary how we're afraid to be a little bit more than ordinary Brittle plause' it's simple divided from monetary idea's (?) care about the gears In the system hold dear thought's closed when spitting... [Verse: Full Spectrum] Bars grind against ya' mental like metal ya' feel the sparks fly Ignite the fire inside of your mind and fuel ya' dark side Light the inferno bursting into the night As ya' eyes look up the whole skies full of UFO's T'was a long time ago that I recognized my mind's Disconnected from reality I've Acknowledged that I'm probably wired differently Bi- -oligically and atomically an anomaly rhyming Monstrosity climbing to the top of the pile sh**tin' on competition - Wiping my a** with their rhyme books Punchlines and simultaneous right hooks One liners that rightfully belong in the bible Of rap, Title taken, I'm taking the title back Ancient as Time, time I came through the crack that made the Big Bang That's why I bang out tracks, hammer and anvil the blacksmith Cut the wagging tongue out the mouth of rappers letting it hang out f** Em... [Scratches: DJ Denno] [Verse: AseOne] It's AseOne, Braidz turn the ba** up I'm about to straight up murk all these fake c*nts Since day one they tried telling me to wait up Said, "Nah can't brah, I gotta get my weight up" I'm in Australia but I ain't see no outback I'm out-back and all I see is house flats Full of drug dealers that are moving mad traffic And a crack-den on every street full of crack addicts Many snakes I knew they're still puffin' gla** pipes Still saying, "f**, This will be the last time" Just like every past time they're lying the em' selves I tried to help 'em but in the end I had to save myself So welcome to Melbourne City, Brah, Welcome To Melbourne Where the town never sleeps getting down to the beat with an ounce of the weed Brah, Welcome to Melbourne I'm Out...