Hip Hop (feat. Iamic)

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Triple J (often stylised as triple j) is a government-funded, national Australian radio station intended to appeal to listeners of alternative music, which began broadcasting in January 1975. The station also places a greater emphasis on broadcasting Australian content compared to commercial stations. Triple J is government-owned and is a division of the Australian Broadcasting Corporation. more »

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Yeah, yeah
Across the belly
Look
Uh, Hip hop has been my fucking calling
But my phone been off this shit on auto pilot
And if I turned it on it be on total silence
Cos in four simple words, Michael a fucking problem
So imagine if I seent it and I picked up I'd be crashing niggas
I had to leave to snap back and that ain't capping nigga
Ask these niggas who be killing shit but never bagging figures
On the web with spider senses boy and every action figures
Zero five Con the boy is back in the booth
Beef pots on my stove y'all chickening in my stu
Watch when they cock their guns , laugh & I barely shoot
While y'all taking those shots I make immaculate moves nigga
And I ain't even stressed shit I'm bullet proof
My lyrics touching souls what do your bullets do
Brought boombap back to life like what would Jesus do
And y'all still rapping bout hoes nigga woopti woop
I'm in the booth recording minuscules some kosher interludes
Don't ridicule my piffs, y'all can't live with what my pen'll do
Wrote music into life, fucked the beat and gave it feelings too
Hits you in the night, while you sleep like a villian do
Mellow on the mic a God being but a menace too
We are not alike y'all lyrics weak boy y'all little dudes
I deserve a masseuse, a hunnid K on my shoes
Flaunting on pelican views, blunts in the back of the coupe
For all this accurate truth packed with an act in the stu
Packing these raps like em shrooms inside of a bag with that loot
I watch em claim they run the game this ain't a marathon
I wish em luck like break a leg and help em saddle on
I plot their fame and let em wave on plaques I've battled on
And still erase their stupid names one song surpass em all
They not in my catalog
I'm God in my fucking block
Michael Matters Boy don't need a bike to show I handle bars
What? Ay
I said zero five seven, Zero five young con
Yeah, Huh
Hip hop has been my fucking calling
But my phone been off this shit's on auto pilot
And it's clear you niggas couldn't have no other option
Cos in four simple words, Triple a fucking problem
Around these suited up niggas
My plans hurtling out their stupid tough figures, I been cool as f*ck
Bumping all my units up quicker
Y'all man's yearning to get me ruined, come get your
Permanence out the window
My likelihood of fucking you up is closer to think of
Bloody drips on my fingers
Muddy kicks and I figured my niggas carry their flickers
Burning shit when they're triggered
My capabilities are to furnish you in the river
I got the kind of attendance the right mind is down to connect with
They partly accepted that my time is hard to just deaden
With a life  I'm ahead in, it's outlined that y'all is offended
And the cause of ascendance is I arise when the odds are against us
Uh
And I'm bout to hit these heights
I was never meant for sending curriculum vitaes
Got a clean sight career pushing on these guys
For the peace, I could dear for extra credit for murking niggas early with lines
Best of getting imperfect triggers lurking at I
My serving aligns piling the worst of 4th of julys
You're lying about your options, I'm laying right in my prime
Greatest of all-time providing perfecting Rhymes
Guide your acceptance cos I'll be present dead or alive
Pride and endeavorment and got em parrished and traumatised
I'm parking lives in a yard, I could pocket more by surprise
Bitch, how the f*ck you even comparing you to a God
Compare the truth, f*ck the dishing of better use of a lie
I stick with proof, I can piss off a pissy dude in the wild
I been improved and I do this beyond the hyping of crowds and interludes
It's like, uh
Bruh I am sick on touching this topic
I been telling niggas y'all really been out of pocket
The throne's been warm, my ass cheeks are the problem
The Crown's been worn, my hair grew and it dropped it
If y'all been warned that triple got it on lock and you're not gonna pay attention then I'm quick to let him shit pop
God
And it's worth making a sacrifice
Still killing to tryna get me this rapping life
Mh

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