Split Prophets - Ain't Amused lyrics

[Upfront] I k** the silence I'm 007 without the license Running up on fools in the night giving them guidance I'll get my message across without using violence, I roll with titans My crew's illler than most beside us, Hold tight We can only get better, We never going back Showing that we can go harder and most are flowin' wack Cause I'm throwin' cash Or spittin' sh** I hope you choke on crap You know it's that kid, the potent chap Wrote a track, Aim to flame like I'm flowin' gas Goin' fast, overheat and I'll blow Exploding the frozen cats I'll ride the rhythm till I broke his back Leave you dead like a donkey Led on the road that's pa**ed you hopeless a** Our poles will clash and leave you loners wack Every bar I spoke was fact It's so basic that if you're dope, I'm crack The next level above so don't meddle with us Cause we come with the specialist stuff. [Chorus] There's something in the way that you speak, I hear that you're fake And it's so obvious to see when you spray that this ain't for you There's something in the way that we spit something that's sick And you can't change it, so I guess it's a shame if you ain't amused. [Hi Res] I got a whole lotta sh** up in my head And plus a whole load of things that keep me thinking in my bed Maybe it's the weed keeping me from my sleep But my dreams are too deep so the best way to be is red Tryin' to find a high plain of peace and rest Lose any night life I'm wheezy chest Need the S, free from weed is bless? Peace to everybody growing trees You see I wanna raise my seeds in a city where they notice these Hopefully, new world order won't open these tight gates To open seas of information, openly I'm open to immigration emigrate Overseas cause this floating rocks' locked and they broke the key But what's a life supposed to be? We're supposedly free but there's laws that a joke to me Half the world starves, and people vote on cheese This is no joke I hope their throat chokes when they notice me I've been trouble since the ovary So don't act like you know the me that lurks in the park Till he's over-lean and only walks home when the solar beams. [Upfront] I raise the roof with a crane if you ain't rating us Spit flames, how could you say that we ain't dangerous? Demolish beats with a bar that could take the weight of trucks Hate on us, why? Cause you're wack, you ain't as great as us Everybody knows it's true, that's why your face is upset Living life without a meaning is a tough test You thought your music career would have touched jets But you're falling short of success We're bringing hip hop that's real that could be The start of something that's over-big, supernova spits Go skits, I blow your flow to bits Many people say they holdin' clips, must be shooting man that don't exist You ain't a gangster, don't take a gangster to notice this Evolve with scripts until I long for it My souls equipped with a potion that's mixed to leave you motionless Don't attack most of our cliques, cold like the ocean is Still wantin' beef? I hit you with my pen and all I wrote with it. [Chorus] [Upfront] You're just magicians with no magic tricks Acting as if you sick with adjectives I've had it with half of this land jam-packed with talentless rapping kids You don't have a gift as sad as it is Time to put the mic back on the stand as man I'm savage at this Handing in scripts enough to make you sh** like my pen was dipped in laxatives You're the meaning of what plastic is And I hate it so much that I wrote a track for it There's something drastic about to happen to all you Rasta kids But you made your decisions, you gotta cope with it Gotta problem, best to go overseas and see that Oprah b**h Cause no one cares here Even if the fare's dear Even if the plane crashes Despite reality you stay plastic You say you're truthful in your bars but you fake What we stay is cla**ic You say you're huge but in all actually you ain't ma**ive So step away from the mic, we could gauge damage. [Hi Res] I speak dot-to-dot poetry Beaten bar symmetry Speaker spark literally Doctor Spock space topic imagery Isn't me In the seed is the key to the growth of my figure see Hope doesn't mirror me I'm in a deep situation Same day, different week Brain stained like a fiends' sheets I need peace, sick on waiting on the green sheets Lean teens hustle till they knee deep Struggle for a clean streak Muscle doesn't beat beef In this tussle with the trouble mustn't sleep Keep up or the beasts feasts skeets and beefs the sheep fleece They keep the peace brief and pieces each streets Too cold to defreeze You wanna know me? Come bun a little tree Like a fiend, sick of nicotine Slip the knickers off And hit the beans, bitter dreams Got my body clock On a knot Stop ticking see I'm buzzin' like a k**er bee Trained in artillery Precision word bombing Pick the victim and I'll finish he [Chorus]