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letra de lyrical mongrels - lyrical commission

[verse 1: rob nat]
rob knackers rubbin’ bat smackers on their clackers
after an eight-hour drive full of vb and macca’s
pennin’ every inning with more verbal judo
in the city, we eat gyros, not a f-ckin’ suvo
rock with the mongrels, never rap over jungle
punch fruits in white boots ’til they stagger and stumble
when i spew my raps, the track [??] and consume
i got a 20 ready, honey! show us all your axe wound
we’re the lyrical force drinkin’ at the crazy horse
we’re hittin’ up birdies, it’s just a path of the coursе
the distinguished gents and thе adelaide chaps
hangin’ like a wrinkly — cronnies, beats, raps!

[verse 2: bob balans]
bob’s [?] in adelaide, learnin’ the lingo
that sh-t is dingo, not fat, she’s smokin’ the bat
as i fart and laugh, flow leavin’ the aftermath like a demolition
it’s the lyrical commission — we’re pullin’ strings with the crossbreds
kn-bheads drop dead, [??]
a man that always rocks at the best i can, not american
record fan, yes, i can wreck and slam
like sid vicious, with the lyrics artistic
get your mc -rs- open like a private fl!ck chick
sh-t my throat f-ck, wack rappers, go suck
stop short your onslaught ’cause lyric styles are robust!
[hook: various samples with scratches]

[verse 3: flak a.k.a fat face]
i’m about to stand tall just like paul salmon
no back-ended deals, my name’s not john bannon
’cause how many rappers these days have turned soft?
if you get up in my face, i’mma bite your nose off
step off! tell your crew they don’t want no beef
unless all you wack fools wanna lose your f-ckin’ t–th
people say, “fat face, why do you always seem violent?”
’cause i speak my f-ckin’ mind and refuse to stay silent
understand one thing — hip-hop pumps through these veins
my style’s definitely raw like big daddy kane’s
you’ll never stop me rappin’, that’s an impossible mission
you can’t f-ck with the mongrels or the lyrical commission

[verse 4: dj debris]
it’s the digital criminal a.k.a the bad scientist
collaboratin’ on tracks with these interstate alliances
appliances are gettin’ hot
when debris, flak and the commish begin to blow up the spot
down these rocks! more than uluru on a hot day
jammin’, slammin’ joints across the country down to adelaide
a dope display of sheer talent
from trem, j-red, rob nat, strut, the mongrels, the balans
and it’s apparent the politics is hip-hop’s largest [?] dog
cloudin’ up our unitized views like city smog
so catch this, stop! kick while these lyrical predators
let this track distort your thought like newspaper editors
[hook: various samples with scratches]

[verse 5: brad strut]
in state sa, i kick it like a sherrin on a sat-rday
pen in hand, sittin’ in a chair and
i’m never known to let a vic slip from my grip
it’s a megaphone, i grab your girl and get her to head the bone
in a moment of madness, flow’s sick
slow l!ck, this hoe’s quick to let it be known
spit between her tits then unzip, watch her lungs shutter
every now and then, she look up and say, “you’re the one, strutter!”
like none other, she run her tongue like it’s a chopper
chub in her double-d cup, i slap her b-tt
tuck it into her west end, in — peace, rest 10
lyrical commission — brad strut the f-ckin’ veteran!

[verse 6: trem]
don’t even get me started on these half-hearted crews that darted
onto the scene, just as fast as i’ll make ’em depart it
they get carted like bad b-lls at short-pitch
and got me more p-ssed than them drunken nights in north fitz
and robbin’ bobs on grog and bongs
and now we’re coppin’ gobs off groupies in band rooms that’s slobbin’ kn-bs
like dobbin’ dogs in h-block
they take it in the face like a pillow case full of weights
but it’s the c-ck that does all the damage
and i’m rippin’ mic spots from my block to adelaide, and then back again!
so pack the dacker and crack open a western
lc, flak and debris — they’re dope as ephedrine!
[hook x2: various samples with scratches]

- lyrical commission

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