Mates Rates (feat. Rye Shabby, Moreone & Black Josh)

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Verb T & Pitch 92

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2017

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[Verse 1: Verb T]
(Uh uh) My bad, I wasn't waiting for your dumb attention
I can't relate if you can barely string a fucking sentence
The dough's attainable, so my pursuit becomes relentless
Am I talking to an angel or another temptress?
You could waste years on a dumb adventure
I forgot my name, you can call me young dementia
Was tryna make it pop off in one direction
But, took a wrong turn, it ended up another lesson
Shit, a second chance would be a blessing 
Shit, they said it's hard to be progressive
I guess you must be right, I do keep regressing
So it's all ironic that I wanna see's perfection
But shit comes together when you least expect it
Could be forever-type shit, or a brief connection
That got us back up on our feet
And then we keep progressing
Committing murder in the booth and then I feed the session

[Verse 2: Rye Shabby]
I heard your compliment, safe mate
I got my confidence with mates rates
This cocaine is my face paint
Laced with the power in the shower with my cape straight
I'm like, "babes babes, chill out,"
Don't let it spill out
Give me a monkey, I need these apes rates
Make it jumpy, feeling uncomfy up in your fav Bapes
You bought my AP but you don't play tapes
Eat mine, yours and hers without saying grace
It's all calm, but we're fucked and stuck in the layer cake
Uh, won't get nothing from playing safe
I'm the king, but hate them bitches while you're just weighing apes
How to say it straight, creating a bliss
She's giving me a key while I'm taking a piss
Yeah, yeah, I'm a taking the piss
But she'll let me f*ck her for the sake of a kiss
That's the most ancient of lifts
I'm late for my spliffs
Don't ask me questions, I ain't a slave or a bitch
Wanna motorboat the North Face in her tits
Lunar flames with a naked eclipse 
(Shab dog!)

[Verse 3: Moreone]
Head-banging on the train, leaving every other passenger afraid
Making noise 'til the masses are awake
The antagonist, rattling your cage
No change there, we're back at it again
Feeding 'em a new batch
Leaped out a loose hatch, down a rabbit hole when I asked, "who's that?"
Alice, wait, who the f*ck is Alice?
I'm Jamming in A Town Called Malice
Where the clouds talk savage
But they haven't got the minerals to back it
Stuck on the first line, whilst I'm finishing the packet
Not literally, we've all got habits
But I'm not sniffiting the rackets I fling 'em backwards
Ocean's apart on a different planet 
That one a diss, don't panic
Shit don't stick so don't chat it
And you won't get the sympathy vote, even if you try and rig those ballots

[Verse 4: Black Josh]
Ratchet, I'm ravish, I wrap up rappers for fun fam
In a blunt wrap, gonna bun that, like my name my lungs Black
These man are average, I summed 'em up and I flunked math
The Quid's rising, they love that, I don't give a f*ck
I'm, making my moves, playing it cool, 
Breaking the rules
Creating a new, style to flip
We ciphering and bring the hypeness in and now the vibe is lit
I light my spliff, your weed is as loud as a minute's silence is
I blaze in the booth, I put fire to mine and then I take it to you
I pray for you fools, I pity yous all
Not one of yous' cool
I'm doing everything that I wanted to do
I get sweggy like it's all I can do
I gotta get it so I'm all in on you
Me a menace, now it's all inna move
I kill 'em with those, trickier flows, all of my niggas they know
When I spit in a prose, my lyrics are gold, you should go listen at home
I live in the cold, on a mission, on road, I get busy from home
I'm sicker than below, forgiving my soul, 
Tryna heal all my woes
I do what I do, I get the work, doing these shows and living it up with my crew
We bless the herbs, smoke inna plane
The blues, joking and splaying to tunes
I focus on making my moves,
Penelope Cruz, I need a woman on top when I'm prepping my zoot
I'm doing everything I said I would do,
Get in my way and I'm stepping to you
You shouldn't really be testing my mood
You're gonna know what you're getting into
I am not kidding or messing wit' you
I am so sick I am infecting a youth
6-1-6, for the kids and we're effin' wit' you

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