Vents - Chaos lyrics

[Verse 1: Vents] We head banging with Hilltop, the heavy metal devil supporter Attention deficit, definite mental disorder Got a mental machete, Vents he be ready for slaughter Welfare fraud, full-time benefit rorter Bought a half-ounce, next day left with a quarter Got a pound then I'm heading for Victorian border Going Brendan Fevola, bipolar berserk At the Brownlow medal with alcohol on my shirt This world will eat you up and have your soul for dessert Then charge five grand to lie in a hole in the dirt Drop a conflict blood rock, African gem Molest the microphone like an old family friend Call me the Fat Controller, black hat with black everything on Running things, right where he belong Black coffee, white c**aine, I'm wide awake The west side strangler, s**er, deciding your fate, what? [Scratches: DJ Debris] "Head crack, talk back, verbal attack You get ..." - terrified - "... with my lyric impact" - Cappadonna "Head crack, talk back, verbal attack You get ..." - terrified - "... with my lyric impact" - Cappadonna "Chaos is all around me" - Nas "Nothing can save ya" - Method Man "Chaos is all around me" - Nas "Nobody's safe" - Method Man "Chaos is all around me" - Nas "As the world turned I learned life is hell" - Inspectah Deck [Verse 2: Pressure] It's a good night for the likes of me and my camp We light fires, run riot through your speakers and amps When I write, won't tire till I bleed from my hands And come alive in the night like a thief with a plan P is the man, believe it when I'm leaving my stamp We in demand like asking for your fee in advance But they will lose, paying dues ain't a fee you can scam They hands out, always moaning like a scene of The Damned People don't appreciate what they see in their hands And damage it like Liam Gallagher beating a fan These beats are a brand for those that paint streets with a can Unleashing the champ, asking is he beast or a man? Emcees await release dates like they've been in the can And feed on the fans, supplying industry in demand But need to expand, controlling all their freedom and brand Time is running out like an oil leak in Iran [Chorus] [Verse 3: Suffa] A soldier of the first world I swapped my camo for some denim and sneakers Strapped with mental ammo, venom, telekinesis Dancing with the Devil and Jesus I'm the cancer in the marrow, I'm the ulcer in the belly of the beast Feast on unsk**ed wordsmiths on banging breaks Sick as the drug-fueled murder of Sharon Tate Amputating the sick limb, split skin Sitting in a circle banging on the pig skin Riding tuk-tuks through Thailand reading Cormac McCarthy My headphones blast me Fugazi and Nasty - Nas Smoking cigarettes dipped in Wasabi If the military catch me, they'll charge me and starve me It'll make a fat boy slim when the wardens cook But I'm a Fatboy Slim like I'm Norman Cook Flawless hooks, spitters all gasp for breath Masked in darkness with Vents, stressed, marked for d**h, check [Chorus]