Maundz - Powerlines lyrics

Intro (Force): We had to get Big Maundz on this one Force, Sparts, Maundz Powerlines, b**hes [Verse 1: Force] So you wanna be the next to rep Maybe test the best and get some Stress off your chest, but yet Let's say lest we forget For these ones who check respect Forget what's next, this is now Force 'bout to throw down A gauntlet slap to the face first I got thirst that's raw like never before k**er instinct like 90's arcade games Might pull your card like the queen of hearts Go all in on the mark And let Sparts rip you apart Maundz ain't even hit the bu*ton to start So don't pop up trying to be a king When all your tracks are mock-ups Fake one-take, Jake do another punch in Maybe write raps you can really spit to begin Take 'em all in to your mates for some feedbacks Listen to what they say and reverse that Rehearse that verse until it sounds Twice as clean, then scrap that sh** And start another f**ing sixteen [Verse 2: Sparts] You can train every day, every month Every year every second for the record While you're checkin, you still better reckon You're better than these hecklers If you don't mate, then you're only half stepping But, at the other end, all these co*ky motherf**ers Claim they're the best but Hardly nothing in their tuck shop Kids understand it Get deaf to your answers Direct your own questions And you won't miss the chance, so Get the message, unlocked and tivo'd Play back mistakes and See we're just three blokes Ready with a mic and a full co*kin' arsenal Blowing up letters like dynamite in parcels So, go for gold like your Kathy on the sprint You still can't match me I'm unracking all your flint f** it all off, blow it up proper now One in a million is a chance that I drop it foul Yeah, One in a million is a chance that I drop it foul (Spoken) Like dropping chickens You're f**ing poultry [Verse 3: Maundz] Step the f** aside, welcome to the bee's knees There ain't a peso in my skyrocket for your cd You see these, yeah sk**, kid I cop respect Sniff the dick, just to prove I got no common sense The baddest flow the southern hemisphere has ever heard I catch the word, rep the word And leave the scene on separate terms See I'll be aiming for half large Pushing a mafia staff cast In Preston market car park There ain't no cop in this game Yup, the local game "MC Shane's gunna take it f**in' global mate" Forget the word swagger, dudes lack charisma Nah, f** the word swagger, are you back in '06 chump? You never see me front, this ain't no ritzy crowd Just do your thing, I'll do my thing We'll keep it Mickey Mouse I got a powerline for a motherf**ing million volts G-Force, Sparts, Maundz One barking at you dogs