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letra de authentic - brad strut

[verse 1]
i’m from a place where people will show no pity
a straight face, “hey! welcome to melbourne city”
i make ya chicky rub her cl-tty like her name was mimi
first in person, i be slurpin’ on a tinny
i’m nevertheless, i’m always for more
even at a soundcheck, i be gettin’ ’em goin’, “aww, yippie!”
“yeah, bet! that bloke named braddles is nice”
i battle precise, hit the stage and tackle the mic
i shred like oggy, make you wear your mockies
i set goals like hockey, and got more drive than brocky
i rock like ayers, take stock and tear
like rude but fairest ’cause your style is careless
the rarest, rawest, d-nky-di performance
and without a doubt, on the out is where i caught ya’s
from forfeits to kings, i kick and make ’em drool and
this is where my thoughts are from — i’m aussie rulin’

[verse 2]
methodical text tense, i hit ya for 6 over the fence
i represent beer and chasin’ chicks
i’m here, so watch your lips
it’s atmospheric, you’re bound to hear it
who knows? maybe you’ll cherish
the flows are interactive, those in need of practice
i suppose their only tactic’s yellin’ out, dramatic
delve into the deepness, i repel any weakness
i gel with the beat and just leak it through the speakers
speechless what i leave ’em, swift lyrical demon
rips rhythmical reason and lifts literal allegiance
you’re bleedin’, i’m blendin’, tread with apprehension
my cred’s best mentioned when heads are only restin’
i’m effervescent, spent time answerin’ questions
my rhyme’s defined when spines chill and necks
intoxicated, drunk and always up to somethin’
you can find me at the pub when happy hour’s pumpin’
[verse 3]
they call me s-t — the ocker shocker
the microphone rocker, hot because i gotta
trot, hop and hip, i stop and spit
lock lips with chicks and drink heaps of p-ss
this crisp, swift lyrical gift hits lids so kids can get the gist
twist lime and rhyme lines of mine
i find time to shine and sip past the grind
got grimey, like it hot and slimey
what i be — sorta more than mighty
find me in the street sweepin’, mc’s i’m defeatin’
cursed, ya verse i be deletin’
earth seekin’ frauds, worth seekin’ more
you’re the worst geek and dork i ever heard or saw
i swore your [???] perform poor
aim towards h–rds that claim to take shorts

[outro: brad strut shout-outs]

- brad strut

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