Mr.Sky - 002: Vengeance lyrics

~Intro~ Liam: Ayo Sky...Sky! Sky: Huh? Liam: Stop f**ing with the turn tables homie! Sky: Haha, right right right Liam: Let's get this track done Sky: Uhhh sure thing... Yo watcher Watcheroutside: Huh? Sky: So we good with this beat or what? Watcheroutside: Yeah for sure, man Liam: Aight, play the beat, i wanna see what i got Sky: Alright, here we go, uh, 002 take one in three, two.. ~Verse 1 - Liam Looper~ Ayo I'm in it My visions kinda blurry From the drinks up in my system mister pissy liquids thirsty Have thirty Two Bars for your worries I'm already onto something growing up was never hurried Imma k** em with these riddles bruh Cop a couple nickels from the writtens that im spitting up Your bars are f**ing brittle son Nibble on Sixteens for dinner with a little rum The liquor makes the song sicker hit em with another one I'm on it huh O-C-E-A-N Hate all you want but them cheques we chasing Brace all the walls coz the roof just caved in Take all the shots if you test my patience I'm the goat call me bron bron You in burn city if you catch me up at Don-Don's It's on son Guess the kid really blossomed Bars hit em hard when I'm spitting homie caution You see, OC coming through with the hitters Pull a trigger on em if they second guessing we the illest f** the minister Diminish the spitters i'm in it to win it gimme a couple minutes Imma k** em quick Quick My lungs empty f** rappers are looking petty Pressure heavy coz my destiny has got me making pennies I'm set to bury the game like 6 feet Click, clack, boom, and the sh** be deceased Got the honour of a warrior Told to call the coroner Sip a couple coronas steady hoping that we blowing up It's over son Jahova couldn't hold my gun On top of them Cop a Rover for my mum I'm on that sh** Bars sounding crispy Shots to the kidney got me feeling kinda tipsy The hustle never ends motherf**er call me Nipsey See what you get if you f**ing with the city boy ~Interlude~ Liam: Uhhhh, yeah, that's all i got Sky: sh**, that was hard! Watcheroutside: Yeah, that was sick! Sky: Okay, well, i'm good with that man Liam: Ayye, thankyou homies! Ayo Dolph, You gonna spit? Sky: Yeah Dolph, what you got? Liam: Dolph? Homie? Dolph: Huh? Liam: Come on, man... Dolph: Nah, i got nothing.. Sky: Come onnnn Dolph: Aight, f** you guys ~Verse 2 - Dolphin_USB~ Verse? Let me have a go. Can't stop on a city work Rhythm follows no plan. Whole clan never hold back Cold rappers in a hearse while we tour in a stole van We take shots. Bare a lead belly vest Tread light. Cops staring if the beer tally's ten Cheer from the squad. Sink boxes in the alley Spent profit from the scally men Score for the somersault? Answer eleven Bust out the con of salad insentive Salary is not more than just a debit Set myself on course. Focus self impressing Self preservation. Ocean who, is taking over Better take note kid. Schools of fakers faulter Used to make it sober Grain of salt with the malt. Bruise my favourite alter Sinking punch after punch right? Left dilapidated Sunk till i's drunk right? Left my liver shaking Popped off on accident. John Travolta's acting script Stomp to pulp. It's non-fiction. Candid sh** Got a can with piss in it. Glock is hand in hand with liquor, sh** Seaside. Saturated. Limitless Elusive lurker in the streets. Rumours Murmer and I bleed. Tooth up. Curb a b**h teeth See you like Madusa. Murder and turn you to concrete Chew on the concrete Dead set on cleaning out the roads. Sweep em out Red sight on my rifle. I will seek them out Bleed them and go to town. Reason to not come around Culdesac's out of bounds. Feet are getting cold now ~Outro~ Sky: Straight up the flyest jams from the city by the sea! Now that's how you make a record... On to the next one, I suppose