Kaos - Flexerz lyrics

[Verse 1: Scepaz] Oh no you didn't Scepz lost it! Hearing what you spitting You so bonkers! Onkus rocked the lost and found I'm up up now Doubled down cash cut robbing all your backup? Nup still in hand me downs Throwing up the dub I'm chucking you an anchor What what You a wa*ker ha Ya chase skirt in ya home town I honour love And now wherever I roam round it's going down Periscope radar note palindromes found fragile poems high roller satan's casino Oh no you too scary! Call the tooth fairy I'm known to get it popping with or without Mary You petty pick pocketer I'm running on empty though I'll keep my integrity till I'm a dead emcee All these cliche honest thiefs rapping like they living lavish up in mansions and still ciggy scabbing Battle raps all this n that showponys capsize ya flow blow ya own phoney floaties Refugee steeze rhyme fiend you ain't believe? read between the lines ill sacrifice beavers feeding time Breathing machine genuine trend setter Scepaz riddle lyrics forever Goodfella letter deader They better? Bet I'll beat em to a T (tee) E.R. etcetera plenty nah never mention ya swear all ya do is flex up [Verse 2: Grub] Flex up poser, taking them selfies with ya douja Tank-top wa*kers ejac quick, can't keep composure Living like a loner, trying to keep that image toned up Can't cop a root, ego damaged, ya muscles blown up Your manhoods on shrivel, you're a prick with a syringe Feels good to write this riddle, you're quick to have a whinge You're all juiced up, you let your emotions go But when push comes to shove.. You just flex and pose [Verse 3: Freebewz] Set it straight we called your bluff, Get on tape be talking tough Bet he ain't talk as much, When the fresh brigade be walking up Listen better get it straight, Diss on records hesitate I decimate, Leave a victim in a veggie state A magician when I hit em let em levitate Pigeon your a feather, Trading leather with a heavyweight Beat em bad but leave em livin, Period 1b bleeding kittens See some stars that need a kickin, He's as hard as Bieber spittin All a farce not how they living, I really will stab a nerd up with my pencil jerk N I hope you have to swerve, Crash n burn up in your rental merck Mental picture my pencil sticks ya, In the neck just like a prison shank Get it Sub C Records get it in mate [Verse 4: 2.L.O.C.O. IN CRIME] Your a toy with somethin to prove A toy tryin to fill big boots, A toy with a phoney crew Just to get higher, you leach with desire From one ocky to another, like its glamour You're not an emcee, your a bubblegum rapper to me In it for yourself with such greed It's livin proof your a scene queen Livin proof all you know is to smoke green, victim of your own dream Now you have a few fans A few masturbaters in your clan, Smalltimers from fights they ran You bite other's style, kid never been a wildchild Instead a shadow livin in denial, hate my style I spit your nightly nightmares I'm what you hate, softies ignorant to lyrics so intense You're no graffiti ladske, just a wa*kske Poser gone festy, circus act turned clownske [Verse 5: Kaos] SsSub Conscious, you're un conscious even if you're conscious I f**en stop you monsters, gronks and mobsters. In conscious thought you imposters I stomp yas, then soar through the cosmos the cosmic complex optimal reflex Constant reflexions of you flexing on optional beats mate.. I like real sh** like cheesesteak you're sweet b**h like cheesecake.. Please mate I been made since the day of my release date in 3 states.. Sub C high stakes 33 degree masons of free agents of changing these week streets States off the leash hating these freaks & police mate Razors & blades at close range, grenades and lasers waiting.. guns blazing Revelations of the great revolution.. staging the engaged solution with a twelve GUAGE!!!! Kaosizm MC break it down.. The sinister magician Basically taking crowns (you flexing clowns!) [Verse 6: Dseeva] [Verse 7: Micky D] [Verse 8: Braydead] Go bu*ter a muffin you think you somthing ya bluffin n flex Put it FB as a DP delete me who's next SIRFLEXALOT We'll wreck ya spot drastically Head bangin so bang ya head breakin necks alot ma**ively Staying Sub Conscious yeah we rock this sh** tactically It's the land of the lost on LOST ONES we get spastically Drunk - yeah boy its a slam dunk In 2-0-1-2 most crews just flex but dont man up Now stand up & give props 2 the maddest strut It's Sub C Baby so you best knuckle up WHAT! [Verse 9: Chuck Bundles] [Verse 10: Tuks] [Verse 11: 2Rite] Hey, what I've stumbled upon is punishable and hard to reprieve / Yo the facts ain't wrong you scrooging gronks this ain't xmas eve / I strive overachieve / wild styles interweaved / While your left in disbelief ya checking out on terminal leave / Make it harder to breath its Keeler Carlingford street / Yeah I'm popping them crosshairs but uz ain't targeting me / You just a fart in the breeze, a colonoscopy / I'm getting rid of uz like Awol down at Terrigal beach / [Verse 12: Grouce] Guess who's back in the house, this is Grouce And I'm back to attack the damn track, like a man trapped In a cage, there's a rage And it's makin it's way to the page, I'm a sage on the stage I'll be wagin a war, lock & load, and engage Yes I know that I haven't been acting my age But I've also been known not to care what you think So let's drink to the fact that I'm now on the brink Of now getting my life and now flushing it down the sink I'd rather die than hear you telling me how to think You cannot tell me what to do, I won't budge I'm so hot, I'm on fire, so don't touch Look you don't wanna flex, you'll be standing right next To a man who is vexed, with his hand on a Becks Bottle, I'm Aristotle in his prime I'm, another Looper who can travel back in Time [Outro: Grouce] There'd be no reason for me to be here If only you would had a clue I do not wanna stress, you don't wanna flex I don't wanna put this to you Oh sweet Mary, Jesus and Joseph What the hell are you trying to prove I do not wanna stress, you don't wanna flex I don't wanna put this to you So quit flexin'...