Trials - The Symphony lyrics

[Intro:] I don't care who's first and who last But I know that y'all just better Rock this at the drop of a dime baby I don't know what y'all gon' do with this, but it got to be funky It got to be funky if you're gonna be on it I don't care who start I don't care what y'all do But you got to be finished Before the music is through Now who's first up to bat? [Verse 1: Trials] Listen closely so your attention's undivided Many in the past have tried to do what Trials did But I get the last laugh, ha**ling bar staff Pa**ed out in car parks, looting cars parked Staff half-mast in a crowd of s*uts And if they wasn't when I met 'em, when I left 'em then they was What I'm f**ing bout? This lane stuck it out American History X style gutter mouth My fam done about years of run around Half already here, half when the sh**'s coming around Half white, half Vader, stomp on the kicks Hit the pavement bigger than Ving Rhames is Invading your safe haven, craving Wes Craven type behaviour Still saying that.. [Chorus: Funkoars and Vents] + (Hons) Next up? (Well I believe that's me) HONS! GET ON THE MIC AND ROCK THE SYMPHONY [Verse 2: Hons] This jam is dedicated to those who want more out of This rap scene, then go out and buy an 'Oars album Hons one original Kidney Shifter Turn into a pissed man, it just depends which liquor Switch and chats a bit quicker but never the Vick bitter Freestyle spit to injure, now your crew's out the picture And we back on top now, Obese got it locked down I take 'em to school, but half these cats already dropped out We still standing on tour, we run rampart Pump this street anthem till your deck can't stand it I stay landed, scam the government for honest work Centrelink king who flips text like an office clerk For what it's worth, your crew ain't sh** to me Pa** the mic down the line of the symphony [Chorus: Funkoars and Vents] + (Sesta) Next up? (Yeah, well I believe that's me) SESTA! GET ON THE MIC AND ROCK THE SYMPHONY [Verse 3: Sesta] It's like flashy gift or slice, I get nice A motherf**er that's creeping the streets at around night I keep out of the light, but wanting to run it You see nobody want it, and even the cynics say they f**ing love it Plaque status, bronze budget And treat women like Blackjack, twenty-one and up, they bust it f** it, I hit it on the one-six if they want dick But you cut your loss if the pop flips sh**, I bring that creep show to Peepshow's And she go to deep throat, eat it like a T-Bone The knees-bleed section is in effect So get your bus fare, underwear and get the f** "out of here" Huh, all of that and she ain't even in to me I'm signing off, it's Ses' for the symphony so.. [Chorus: Funkoars] + (Vents) Next up? (Yeah, I believe that's me) VENTS! GET ON THE MIC AND ROCK THE SYMPHONY [Verse 4: Vents] Alright.. It's like setting it off, letting it off, beginning f** it, tryna ban my sh** like John Lennon Back, Men in Black, the Great White Shark Got a green card pa**port, face like a retard You been barred by the Vents One That mean none, nill, will match dimensions I'm large, think about who's in charge Two nerds on the same record talking hard? Nah Yeah, you f**ing feel the wrath of the king Challengers get a loss with a left-right swing Word 'em up, they like wait, Vents chill Nah serve 'em up, k** the murdered f** Crush, build, dust 'em off Once they're off, reign supreme, Peepshow the team [Chorus: Funkoars and Vents] Next up? "I believe that's me" REFLUX ON THE DECKS FOR THE SYMPHONY [Verse 5: Reflux/samples] Setting it off, set-setting it, setting it Setting it off for the symphony Setting it off, letting it off, beginning I don't know what y'all gon' do with this, but it got to be funky It got to be funky if you're gonna be on it Rock this, for the symphony Let it rock-rock-rock-rock, rock-rock this For the symphony