Put ya put ya put ya put ya hands up
MC Pete takes to the stage, bring my fans up
Fill the floor to the door, full of fuckin bad cunts
Track 1, track 2, track 3, we kill 'em all
I drop that shit from the heart so you feel it more
High in the air, stick up, my vuvuzela horn
Suck on the Carlton Draught stubs all day til dawn
Show the dumb cunts how it's done, then later on
After the beat down on beats, kick my feet up
If you analyse the spits and the kicks, you'll see the cheaters
Rigi-nigi with the lyrics and beats, like a snowflake
Individual and unique, no clones mate
No copy-cats like Daryll Lee Cullum, Harry Connick style
When I hear the track I go dumbin', E-40 time
Brain blackout I hear nothin', full coma rhymes
Hands in the air, get down, it's standover time!
Aws! can ya match it
Hard with the 16
Force fed the action
Gargle, we spit clean
Dope, did ya pick it
Solo, the kid's team
Clothes is my shit bitch
Polo, my kicks clean
Ay yo I claim my piece, by the lake in Shepp
My foes lay deceased while I take my steps
And as I walk these streets and I make a left
I see my place to be is on the stage I'm set
Put ya put ya put ya put ya hands down
And put your fuckin neck out of place to the man's sound
Suds after workin all day, man down
Got the cards for the free drinks mate, hand-outs
Hit the slops til the kid is sloshed
Sip the Grolsch, shot the nips of Scotch, while drinkin pots
But now dead the binge cuz, bang the beats
Slow the drinks bruz, you better rap that heat
My philosophy, from the bar stool Aristotle
I got it out the way young, done emptied every bottle
Still slurp on the turps no doubt,
Just the morrow morn not scorned, I've worked it out
So I'ma be great then the greatest will listen
Like Chris Judd superstar bumpin The Comission
So willing, on a mission of precision, hit the rythm
Cut the ribbon with the spittin now I'm livin', God bring it
Aws! can ya match it
Hard with the 16
Force fed the action
Gargle, we spit clean
Dope, did ya pick it
Solo, the kid's team
Clothes is my shit bitch
Polo, my kicks clean
Ay yo I claim my piece, by the lake in Shepp
My foes lay deceased while I take my steps
And as I walk these streets and I make a left
I see my place to be is on the stage I'm set
credits
from The Menu,
released August 22, 2013
(MC Pete)
Produced by MC Pete
Bunks stacks layers on layers on layers with witty wordplay and bars within bars, all twisted and dark with no pretentiousness whatsoever. Nick One's beats provide the perfect backdrop. MC Pete