Funkoars - The Quickening lyrics

[Intro:] Here we go again Ride with direction This is the quickening Untouchable. Un-untouchable Hip hop, no doubt I rap to build though, I rap to ruin Back up chump, f**ing watch what you're doin' f** up the party before it even start [Verse 1: Sesta] Yeah, with a pair of rapper lungs, and a tongue That'll have them on the run, like it had a gun and a handful of puns And we bad, but they're not the ones in the bag Now we mad, we not big in Japan If I was, then I wouldn't have a man at my house Looking for the f**ing man of the house Saying, "Mr Baker, you're late for paper" Let me stop ya, the name's Sesta I'll put it next to bond You been dancing to 80's like Jason I mean Donavan - whatever drug he's on You've got a tolerance so you took a lot of them Threw you off the ground, about a centimeter hoverin' First world problems, I've got a lot of them Flying's a misery, slack Twitter followin' Clesh gotta drive one, Hons get the goblin' T on the Valium, trying to get him off of them [Hook:] Quick! In a van, I'm across the land Can't stop, it's a problem, I got it bad It's the quickening (Ride with direction) This is the quickening Quick! Off the plane, right on the stage Wrote a game of bullsh**, but we're on the way It's the quickening (Untouchable... Back up chump) This is the quickening [Verse 2: Hons] I like my symphonies bitter-sweet, my rap music obscene Rank type mis-hosted on my Twitter feed Got to be kidding me, you're k**ing my scene They're making rap tracks fat, at least I'm kicking the beat Yo, they no competition, not even my genre Made that decision when they popped that collar Oars and Large pro, wage war like Gestapo Motherf**er, sixteen bar mode Armed with an open bar and pack of Marlboro Four day bender on the road, through at last so Walked the hard road parmo-style Old man, leaky eyed at the bar don't smile But the crowd go wild when we rock the show Twice 'round the country for not much dough That's why the Hons stays poor but happy as f** At the front of Centrelink with my charity cup, come on [Hook:] Quick! In a van, I'm across the land Can't stop, it's a problem, I got it bad It's the quickening (Ride with direction) This is the quickening Quick! Off the plane, right on the stage Wrote a game of bullsh**, but we're on the way It's the quickening (Untouchable... Back up chump) This is the quickening [Verse 3: Trials] I don't, f** with shoes, yeah the hair is whack And I don't even care if it match, all I wear is black I'm on the road doing the show, an going to bed You got The Secret on DVD and hope for the best (Psh) Feel, we ain't making a mill', trying to get my burger upsized, make it a meal And move from there, round town we the baddest Gone away in the states, call him piece of garbage Roll through the breath'o (that was exciting) Hmm, you're not gonna f** with the fact we're still driving? Fact of life when you rap on a beat Gotta pay d**h, taxes and management fees Got a plan for the man from the Netherlands Gatekeeper of the beat, cancel all the wedding plans I'm taking a trip, I'm strippin' off, I'm taking a dip But when he coming out there's someone there, taking a *sniff* yeah [Intermission:] Un-un-un-untouchable, this is the quickening (Quick!) Untouchable, back up chump, watch what you doing F-fu, fu-f** up the party before it even start [Hook:] Quick! In a van, I'm across the land Can't stop, it's a problem, I got it bad It's the quickening (Ride with direction) This is the quickening Quick! Off the plane, right on the stage Wrote a game of bullsh**, but we're on the way It's the quickening (Untouchable... Back up chump) This is the quickening This is the quickening This is the quickening