Song Title: Rogue State Produced, Composed & Arranged by MicWrecka MicWrecka vocals recorded by himself at The Wrecktifier Lab Yang Arif, R.A.S.H The Warchild & WordsManifest vocals recorded by Al-Z at Alpha Studios Sxph vocals recorded by himself at Menara Mimpi Jin Hackman vocals recorded by himself at Jiniusatwork Studio Cuts by DJ Nesh recorded by Dae Kim at Jiniusatwork Studio Mixed by MicWrecka at The Wrecktifier Lab [MicWrecka] I never left, decide to return Some had gain fame the rest still never learn So peers declined while technically refined This is bigger than the bars, beats and punchlines The thrill of victory, the agony defeat If i ain't your favourite rapper tell em Im here to compete Completely deplete the deceit to obsolete Transform decepticon stars scream retreat Wack rappers are dough-nuts (donuts) their mind on krispy kreme (cream) This is freddy kruger to those living the dream The Rebel Scum standing up againts any regime Keep on fightin, til the end justifies the means You up againts a poet with a heart of warrior Excessive mutated midi-chlorian sure to worry ya Sk**s of a jedi, silver tongue of an orator Rhetoric approach with the force of breakin barrier Then i bury ya entertainment form of diversion Bombarded by weapons of ma** distraction Conclusion the dumb enslaved to the rhythm The d**h is blinded they hearin aids they retarded vision (Hook) [Yang Arif] Micwrecking with not fear, say your prayers Tribal saliva spears on your neck, scumbag respect Illing lord villain take pillage and burn Until the learn, lyrics that send spirits to wastelands Face slam with words, make you nervous Connoissessur C4 every floor Though manifest, knowledge is born Spawn weapons out of thin air Overstand study sand, punch a nail with sk**s Spill quills, battlefield motivators of wind chills Never still, erased from outerspace No easy escape, break frames insane chew a chain Run trains, flow water like drain out body weight Orginal greed, dont care for a seed, any breed Put you in the ground quick growth get smoked Pounds of choke, find a rope, scriber notes Rebel ghost rider coat, viper low at the art show Camel clutch tight grip, no hammers rust Know harm in trust, warning alarms Fishing pond dump average, anti social immaculate Folded soldier body disposal, real players are choses (Hook) [Sxph] Saph been quiet but the pen still scribblin text Still rep the set, wrap up sets and receivin cheques AIM nominated I was broke at the time, them beats was made on illegal apps But still I rock a legit flow Dont act like u didn't know Been on levels u never been to Spits kerosine, my mic's like a flame thrower The most favorite among rappers, bruh i see u So sick, should've been admitted in I plead guilty i murder tracks, no reasonin Uh- Behind them 16 bars was my imprisonment Ya'll stylin on a ??, but showin no experience f** it, i choked in a battle on TV I'm always way better in the studio, numbers i still see And I'm still fit to rap coz the metronome's clickin Don't need the mic but the mic begged me to keep spittin' [R.A.S.H The Warchild] Double LLF, Rogues In This MF Who Wanna F With Us? My Villains Bring Doom Like MF The Metal Face, Worst Than The Leather Face Rip Ya Face Off, Stitch It On My Straight Jacket, Leather Face Rogues Wrecking Up Ya Whole Section, Full Effect Flow Handsome, You And Your Crew Hold Hands b**h Throw Axes, Put Ya In A Cold Casket Burn You, Take The Bong And Smoke Yo Ashes I Crack heads of Crack Heads With An Eightball Got The Secret Recipe, Of Course We 'Bout To Cake Off Stretch Ya Tiny Vocals, You'll Sound Like Nate Dogg Leave A Rapper Faceless Because He Wanted A Face Off Rogues Squadron, We Make Ya Whole Squadron We Fold MCs And Chuck 'Em Like An Old Carpet Stop Talking 'Bout The Techs Ya Blew Underground Or Mainstream, I'm Like F You 2, Lawalah (Hook) [Jin Hackman] The way I'm Ramen (rhyming), it's like I lost my noodles Draw crowds like Fritilldea, that's just how I doodle Style so peculiar, while yours is straight doodoo Might go slap a panda to leave her bamboo-zled Foolproof strategy, drop bombs steadily Those biting my sh** hard are guaranteed the cavities Which era did it best? Nineties, eighties, seventies Hmm, that's irrelevant, rap's k**ing it presently Bring the ruckus like a group of Chinese tourists Wrap yourselves in orange robes - still can't boo this (Buddhist) Always push the envelope when it comes to music There ain't no antidote for me, I am just too sick And way too Nice to be coached, slicing your throats Pen game so tight, I'll even write for your ghosts We bumping Sean Price, yall bumping Sean Paul You f**in cornballs, my Rogues are on call And you know it [WordsManifest] My 16s drop with the rage of six teens Ain't no other kind of dope designed to fix fiends f** a firefight - here's an old man who spits flame And who knocks you out the frame I can't even fit screens I won't even f** your life, you shoulda been aborted Frontin like you payin dues, when we know you can't afford it Straighten out your mic cord, b**h, make sure it's not distorted And if Manifest is on it then you best f**in record it Stop - you can't see us, my squad is visualisers And you bleedin on the floor before you realise it No victims in my life, only slaughtered victimizers Cuz even when I fall and get back up no victim rises ... Fall back son, sh** is unf**wittable f** a subliminal, I been openly critical Before you clap, best make sure your gun co*ked I got you runnin round the block tryina match one syllable Don't need the mic but the mic begged me to keep spittin (Hook)