Verse 1 (Contemplate):
Boom bap or trap music
We could mix it up like gin and tonic
But your mind diluted
We can be persuasive like a husband trying to be abusive
I've been listening then wearing Old Skool
Looking at the old dudes that still walking with their pants loose
Both worlds collide, took us a while
We just showed that we could be versatile
Serve us any beat, we show no mercy
But we divine, that's what we define
Better be ready cause we looking heavy
We're coming for you cause we are so greedy
I can do both, I can sail two islands with a boat
My lines are cold, I need a coat
This song ain't bout drugs, no mercury
I hope we can make dough, like we're the bakery
Any beat honestly, killing it properly
We are anomaly, we ain't the protege
Chorus (Aud):
Welcome to the trap
Put some liquor of Cognac
Bodies in the back
Put the rap game on our laps
Verse 2 (Mellow Marc):
I'm zonin', Capital Steez is roaming
With that 47 shit like a ronin
Got the message like an omen
More than that shit that you're talkin'
I'm tokin' believe that or leave that
Don't matter what you believe at
Be you and open your mind
Cause all you see is lies
Oh yeah and the po-lies!
Oh yeah and the po-lies!
Delinquent with a new beat it's nice
Killed it with words and rhymes
Now we out here with the freaks and geeks
Looking for the path that we want to be in
Or they just wanna be "in"
Don't know where to begin
Put a light in your life like a beacon
I eat bacon, no vegan
Don't wake me up I'm dreamin'
They dreamin' on a day, yeah, that's daydreamin'
With it, I said it, one day, I'll make it
What the fuck is wrong with you
I'm here wanna make a change
But I know that's hard to do
With my crew, we the truth
Don't need any fucking coupe
Do you have any clue? I guess not
You don't believe in us, yeah
Don't need it, yeah
Still make music for the humans that are muted, yeah
Repeat chorus
Verse 3 (Fusr):
Carry on boy, carry on
Check this lyrical banger on
From the boom boom bap to the trap
Matter fact, its like your plane got jacked
And you're left in Iraq
And you're left in Iraq
Northside 'till I die it's the side to get by (huh)
Davao City pride, you dealin' with the best, yes
Feel it in your chest
These goons better move get a room
Or I'll put you in a cage like baboons (shoo)
(Poo poo poo) chop you like Kung-Fu
We work while you sleep so you wonder what we up to
Now show me what that tongue do (now)
Now show me what that tongue do (yeah)
They don't know
They don't know
They don't know
How to kill a beat, kill a beat with a flow
Need energy, energy now you know
From the Philippines, Philippines, DVO
From the studio to the radio
High quality ish like Vimeo
Hater, we the new crusaders
If you talkin' bout the masses we the brand new saviors
No failure
Take a break my chigga
Change your ways my chigga
Not today my chigga (uh huh)
We up on a Friday, gettin' high like we ride waves
Write rhymes on a fine day
We find ways like BDO
We inside the hall like Arsenio
Stop killing though, stay with it yo
Stop effin' we the kids, the millenials
Now put that shit on the radio, yeah!
Repeat chorus
Verse 4 (Aud):
Back on the mic, never given up a fight
DS we about to strike, no you faded (yeah)
Used to rockin' boom bap transitioned into trap
And you now know we can do both (yeah)
Even if ya'll want our eyes closed (yeah)
She still wanna take-off all her clothes (yeah)
We good on every kind of beat still a Bad and Boujee
That's word to them rappers, Migos (yeah)
We killin' out the game, straight takin' all the fame
That's nowadays, know how this goes (yeah)
A lot of rappers sayin', "For the culture"
But they vultures so this song tryna test their egos (yeah)
When are we gonna be focused
Know that mumble rappin' is the real opponent
Know that in their rise there will be postponement
There's a bunch of whole 'nother rounds like them donuts
Took their own sound, provide them the rhythm
Provide them a lesson, turn it against them
We're blessed with the essence that they are not dressed in
I'm part of the group that you cannot F with
Delinquent! (yeah), Delinquent!, (yeah), Delinquent! (yeah)
Now the cause of death might have been a neck-twist
Beat was so hard, headbanging was his deathwish (yeah)
Look at this one chinky boy, man you such a disgrace
I'ma hit you with a stick, there's blood all over your face (yeah)
I'ma smash you with a vase
There's no place that you are safe (get it)
By the way, motherfuck this flow man
I'ma need some space! (yeah)
Repeat chorus
