Will and The Mix - Obsession Takeover 2015 lyrics

[Verse 1: MC Dixie Kitching] Listen up b**h this is my verse I'm so ruthless you'll end up in a hearse And if you survive you'll need a nurse MC Dixie, nasty, the worst Lyrically I'll make you rot in holes I eat MCs like sausage rolls Look at me b**h, I'm topping goals And I got pot and soul Yeah I can rap about life You only live once so make your time nice But me, yeah b**h, I live twice Jump back on the mic, like Jesus Christ My raps are dope, yall need a make over Props to my crew, Obsession takeover (Yo, I'm about rap now, it's the takeover) [Verse 2: Will and The Mix] Through my lyrics I go ghost mode and get in ya brain Repping my town, postcode and repping my lane I look around and no blokes are respecting my name So I'll make sure these broke jokes are the next in my aim I'm cursing your idol, taking shots worse than a rifle I'm dropping verses more holy than a verse in the bible Will and The Mix, back alley sneaker Slim, black jacket, hood up like the grim reaper In ya speakers, I'm not guessing we've got blessings The plot's to drop lessons so stop messing with Obsession We takeover and make doper sh** than these fake jokers, I'll be sh**ting on Drake posters (Yeah) I like boasting bragging in most of my rapping I'm close to smacking these wack acts and showing my Gatling (Get ready for Tobbe motherf**er!) [Verse 3: Tobbe] Solo master, reaching goals faster than you broke ba*tards Soul catcher, breaching rules then I beat fools after The squad letting us drop hot lyrics, we're not messing We're confessing sh** but quit it before the cops get in We are obsession, and this is the take over Run drake over in a range rover, dissing the fake stoners Feel the wrath of the crew, cash money we're laughing at you We're wacker than you? You must have been pa**ing the glue Have you seen it? We've got bars, the rest are anaemic The team we've got means ours is what 2015 is Not many pennies had by our MCs in the past But we'll bury the beat, grab this sh** and seize it at last When we're spitting bars colder than liquid nitrogen Then we're splitting apart boulders with the sh** we write, it's so hard [Verse 4: imperfectmythos] Gotta remember frozen winters As these embers erode than splinter I extend my hand with fates gloves My intents understand create blood Broken toy a**a**in Implosion paper grabbing Bleeding onto metronome Pleading songs through stencil tone Voice of hatred gifts guilt trip Choice created sh** built ships To sink into acidic water Brink of d**h with it I border Beloved illusion reaches statuesque Drugged delusion increases interest That aliens live in cranium Wrapped skeletons through failing then Obsessive repulsive persona Impressive resulted honour Negative jolted as follower Creative exalted as borrower