Must Volkoff - The Boy Who Kicked The Beez Nest lyrics

[Verse 1: Adam Koots] Clearly, okay rock until you hear me Caught up in a series of apocalyptic theories Stay proper rare when you're off with the fairies You can't stomach this like intolerance to dairy Follow and compare me I'll leave you in the cupboard When the cuda's in the place I turn the situation rugged I stay gullible when the puddie's in your lover Nasty little grub spitting bars on you puppets Bend over, s** it When I kick the bucket i'll be sitting in the heavens with a bevy thinking "f** it" Still broke pocket with the dollars on my head And a dope queue shuffling and following the steps Till I wind up a mess, see me wide (live?) on the set Too raw for the industry to sign me a cheque The live illustrator with the starlighting vent Got the operating system designed to progress A slang based war from the seat of my desk Still the ill sort of kid that would kick the beez nest Emcees stress like a worldpay test And I've been fresh since you were getting bullied at recess Its the K double O T S kid, follow where I go and get left in the cesspit Leave a mark on your fez with a green tip Creep in the dark and I bring it till the beats skip Its the K double O T S kid, follow where I go and get left in the cesspit Leave a mark on your fez with a green tip Creep in the dark and I bring it till the beats skip [Verse 2: Adam Koots] Deep in the thought I'm deep (steep?) in the sink Put a mic to my face and I speak what I think I follow flight paths of an unidentified craft Break through your type cast mould with my tight bars Don't ignore what I think cause I drink on a cash in hand wage While I cheat send a link (?) I'mma keep pedalling like a chief in his thing Turning water into wine over beats with a swing I roll trees on the front of magazines While I spin at 33.3 degrees If you ever hear a wack emcee on my beat Then it was only for the cash when I needed to eat My jeans smell of weed See police yell skeet, ease back Sell a couple cds, no tax Like grease from the track Chuck a Piece up, track side Could of leave a shoe print, wacking emcees backsides Attack mic's and pack pipes the max height Tick a cat staring at me sideways like Jack Knives Think you even rap you must be on a crack pipe Spit dope lines until you overdose and flatline Its the K double O T S kid, follow where I go and get left in the cesspit Leave a mark on your fez with a green tip Creep in the dark and I bring it till the beats skip Its the K double O T S kid, follow where I go and get left in the cesspit Leave a mark on your fez with a green tip Creep in the dark and I bring it till the beats skip