Trials - Posse Track (2014 Golden Era Records Cypher) lyrics

[Verse 1: Hons] Check it out I've been busy this year, in my room mining bitcoins To repair the ship so I can pilot through this sh**storm Overplayed like top pair with decent kicker I'm just trying to double up so I can buy some decent liquor Sick with a pen like a hentai animator Only difference is you ain't fapping later Now the crew back together lay it down for the posse cut We make noise while you back up like lorry trucks (beep beep) Safe to say no stopping us, we stand tall poppy While they looking for a crop to dust He's in the Oars, right? (RIGHT) Yeah that poor guy Local on a Saturday crying into form guides Body hates me, problems in my back again Feels like it went through the damn car crash again Call me 'Farmer Hons', I'm in the parking lot Scavenging for coins to fill a script for my barkin' dog [Verse 2: Briggs] Yeah I slept, I never left, ya felt abandoned So I'm back with a gang of cannons — Afghanistan 'em Wiped the floorboards with war lords I'm carpet-bombing any problem and going at the world tour Certifiable hand up on the bible Stand up in the churches man there'd be a fireball It's the maniacal and I'm going Michael Buble, Bolton, J Fox, I am so Effortless I'm effin this, I'm everything they ever wished I get it off technically, like messing with the evidence Divine intervention, the messenger was heaven sent Burning anythin', getting next to me like effigies Torture connoisseur, not afraid to water board Get your head down like walking out the p**no store S'all the same if you're in the game or on the force Golden Era murder on a train right - All aboard! [Hook: DJ Debris and DJ ADFU] (DJ Debris and DJ ADFU scratching the hook) [Verse 3: Trials] I gotta make sure they get it right Trials got them leaving in a stretcher like Petrified, running f**ing low on their electrolytes I bring it hardcore, like slipping in parkour And got them all convinced that what I'm doing is an art form (Word) That's an everyday Oars thing So many people stuck to the pipe that it's exhausting Got you shovel in the rubble trying to bury facts Till I'm back, then you're s**ing on the urinary tract Nice try, wanna help me to rhyme But with that new fancy watch you couldn't tell me the time (You'd better check in) I'm the boss figure last level Turn your wines into weeds, flower petal into sharp metal Had to settle myself from getting drunk When they told me life is short, but it's the longest thing I've ever done (SON) Standing like you're holding handlebars You can get your car keyed while I'm wearing camouflage [Verse 4: Vents] Cynical since the prenatal, every birth is painful Each breath I take is a gift be grateful Trying to find a female who'll stay faithful Know how to cook, look good and stay stable Living like a 8-ball, strapped to my naval Sniffing up a plateful of rack up my nasal Awful enough to k** a mere mortal People get high so we can feel normal I'm real thoughtful, my mind move a million Miles every minute, I blame the reptilian Brain that's k**ing the pain with aggression Love is the answer, hate is the question f** all the drama, just like my father Try, but you'll never find a chink in my armour Been through the karma and came out harder Open my mouth and it rain out lava [Hook: DJ Debris and DJ ADFU] (DJ Debris and DJ ADFU scratching the hook) [Verse 5: Suffa] Wanna step? Make it worth my effort I gotta perfect record of making all these perfect records Best yet to hold the mic Drop science on meth heads, Walter White Assault the mic, we rule the court Get expelled from the school of thought (THIS IS IT!) Read my palm leads to the middle finger Rhymes lead to the middle of the sphincter (THE sh*t!) You sound like Chewbacca screwing two fat goats With a mouth full of chewing tobacco [Chewbacca roar] You sound like your beating your palm While I'm the pack leader Cesar Millan (tst tst) When me and P in the booth We don't plagiarise like Shia Lebouf And these beats are like coal whenever we be rhyming We put 'em under Pressure and he turns 'em into diamonds [Verse 6: Pressure] I smash tracks like freight trains collide Unbreakable maintain a mic Brave take a ride, vacate your mind I dunno how a single brainwave survives Got suitcases, train stations, flights With this family spending my vacation high It's painstaking and may take your life Kurt Cobain say today it's a great day to die, uh Where the track that the ba** shake the jive Don't skip a beat I'm the pace making type (P be good) While my mates save the tribe But they say a tiger ain't change its stripes Wanna break in the game wait your time Don't get desperate, giving off date raping vibes You a sheep in the light, the place ain't finite I'm the beast to the right at the great Satan's side [Hook: DJ Debris and DJ ADFU] (DJ Debris and DJ ADFU scratching the hook) [Verse 7: K21] Yo, its K I get away with murder a ma**acre like September Cannibals aren't this famished, a rapping this when I enter Wrecker, left the sector flatter than a placenta Avenger, set to destroy more when I vent, mo' 'f**er, it's Aussie rap expecting more then a barbie Or an opinion from me, unless its forced into your a** cheeks I'm as nasty as Nas be, hurling tsunamis At your personal army, with a sweet burn like some sake Picture me trollin like Dolan, putting work in like a sparky Holding a spliff rolled till I light up the house like a Griswold Cookie crumble and take your milk and your Monte Carlos Shoot rappers down like rabbits, frankly, you're a bit Donnie Darko So I wouldn't give you a stinking bucket of piss To put you out if you're on fire and think your f**in' with this Never learn stop, till I earn stock to buy out Murdoch While the earth rots and let a jerk flop when he turns [pop] [Verse 8: Sesta] Beat the baddest and trim the fat off for each rapper Single-handedly defeated famine You can thank me later hater, feeling forsaked and violated Gimme two shakes I will annihilate 'em See, my crew has 2 Dans, two Matts two Adams One Baz, Adfu and that's Joe a loose cannon Plus my brother 21 who refused to defuse the bomb Buddy hose your blood outta the gutter (WHAT IT LOOK LIKE!) I'm feelin' about as reasonable as Pac was Slap your hat backwards, feel it in your chakras Should have read the fact bruz and you would have seen The fact that I can ruin a scene like bad actors (CUT) Nah think you better try First eating ravioli in my ninety dollar white shirt With my holier than thou frown Putting it down, now they found dead, holla