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PROMO TRACK...
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-----LYRICS-----

[Verse One - NERI]

Why u thinkn that ya dope music. Is close to the dopeness that me n my bros are doin ur trippin out, snortin a lil dope with ya blokes thinkn ur bars are dope against what we wrote shit whatta joke theres no hope. Left for u at the end of the tunnel u will definitely struggle like being bit whilst walking through the web of a funnel spider we spit the fire, USTA n NERI the new generation u cunts should retire we got that acid saliva. You'll burn n get dirty quick no survivors we them new rap gen rhymers dont get it twisted like grippin on pliers NERI spit it wicked biggest gifted sickest vicious anything u considered and higher, u dope dickheads dont use ya damn mind I dig deep into the depths of my deepest thoughts every damn time that I rhyme alright, on every damn line n every dope line..

[Verse Two - USTA]

I'm an animal rap cannibal national track savage
sinners capital Sydney City soon Ill go international
automatic to manual driven I aint compatible with no
ameteurs turn all weak rappers to meat sandwiches
I'm only 18, got the mind of an eighty-niner
shine with amazing armour with pride I'm a crazy rhymer
ride with the NERI vandal, now who can fuck with us
lyrically we insane yet spiritually I'm okay, I move up
a couple ranks my third eye watch the luna turn
snap outta that I get hurdled back in the universe
sooner or later my mind fly till the cyphers over
right through the sky I shine bright like a hypernova
the fight aint over, Liverpool to Matraville
snatch n kill, Neri Usta catchin fills impactin facts
attackin drills, focused on the music we write
don't give a fuck about the critics I'm abusing the mic
BRRRRRRRAT!

[HOOK]

[Verse Three - NERI & USTA]

[NERI]

I return in a full effect burn em im full of respect these germs needa learn how to drop it true n correct yes. or end up in a pool of musical mess ur a fukin fool thinkn ya cool when ur droolin ya sets with this musical tool, me n USTA rule n we blessed Matraville to S West, livin through all the stress we aint claim we the best, we just keepin it fresh n continue to digest them amateurs yes -

[USTA]

- Damage the rest, I chop cunts like a tommohawk
split em and breeze like I run from D's in a commodore
I give a fuck who you are or who you runnin with
cause cash rules in a second I'll leave you under this
surface youre worthless, hide from demons ride with the serpent
work it I'm swervin like drivin high with a can of bourbon
man with a turban I split his head on the steering wheel
copped a concussion they rushed him how does it really feel,
to get your wig split!!