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lirik lagu golden era records - kick that sh#t

[commentary: suffa]
check it out, dj debris has decided to not only rhyme on this mixtape once but twice! well known mc – dj debris, ladies and gentlemen. trigga trials…and uh…hey, k21? uh, question:

[verse 1: k21]
who do you know? i do it like this at a two o
want five but no [?] bureau
pea and pop or a nuso
numero uno, stick up my sword like a bazook-o
with tour raps, heavyweight sumos
cause panic with a drum in your speaker
one hundred ks, i’ma run like a cheetah
until i go stealth, then i hunt like [?]
standing up on your bleacher
the bad man attacks, then i’ve come for your leader
and then i’m jetting by the morning and i’m to another mission
that’s when i move in your position
slow it down till i freeze the frame
takin’ over the house till i lease the place
you bambino shake like you’ve never been home late
what? i never leave till the beats i make are all
([?])
d-mn foul, actin’ like an unfunny
land’s crowd with his pants down
but, if you wonder my name, you’re a mad coward
stuff doing it, they ain’t planned it out
they just mad now they get no hand out
good luck, you can tell me how it pans out
and then your [?] your team bagged out
i’ll give you something you can rant about
while i’m on a tune, just spazzin’ out
got a minute till it’s due then i cram it out
but ask ben if you want to know what that’s about
when i rap, i’m ’bout to be blacking out
like i’m pacquiao what they having doubts
got a dark soul like i was darth maul
and that’s all till i’m back, for now, but sucker, you were never
(you were never, you were never)

[chorus: sample]
kick that sh-t, kick that sh-t
kick that sh-t, kick that sh-t
kick that sh-t, kick that sh-t
kick that sh-t, kick that sh-t

[verse 2: trials]
now, tell me
who is next, who the best?
got human flesh in a junior spesh
in the big belly, i’m thinking that
kirsty from [?] shane warne
you thirsty? lurking from popping [?] club
[?] and you stop
back in the tub with a toaster
still do a sh-t on a dunny with [?]
reefer with that sativa into
the indica, golden retriever
i’m a b-sset hound [?]
and p-ssed around the place
like a feed bag, i need that
wrapped around my face
they call me mr ed with that one-tonne
twenty foot long d-ck instead
what you want besides this
donkey kong up in your face?
i put this spanner in the
works for all your shifty mates
i got foes in different area codes
so leave it alone if you’re
feeling good like nina simone
or else, i’m coming back, understand
cauteriser, pulverise ya
stole that show, i’m the organiser
went backstage, [?]
what’s tighter than golden era? (what’s that?)
what’s tighter than golden era? (what, you?)
what’s tighter than golden era?
([?])

[chorus: sample]
kick that sh-t, kick that sh-t
kick that sh-t, kick that sh-t
kick that sh-t, kick that sh-t
kick that sh-t, kick that sh-t
kick that sh-t

[verse 3: dj debris]
true that, who that? it’s me – the fab
[?] with a bat in mind to match
one tat, full of facts, i love to scratch
been a long time since i rhymed but i’m back
with a vengance [?]
dj mc, with infinite dimensions
not known for [?]
debris, ge, comendeering your attention
and did i mention i’m part of the back line?
i hide mine in the wind without chimes
no nies, sometimes it’s hard to shine
but hard times bring others to the grime
and, during those times, find i appreciate
small things like dinner plates and [?]
at any rate, great topic for debate
debris signing off, never early, always late

[verse 4: k21]
with a [?] and i’m nervous on a break
feast on a week, put bourbon on the plate
in a league of the beast [?] priestess
that’ll being a [?] to your brain
there ain’t ever a chain you can make like his
to get ’em in the air when i hang my fist
to get a sort of track and a bang like this
[?] type sh-t, and we’re doing that
kicking your door like star force
with no mask for
don’t you ever go there when it’s past dawn
you get the last draw and then your heart torn
what the f-ck did you ask for?
i’ma call vents, tell him
bring it cl-ss war with no p-ssports
smuggle venom on a plane, any second, any day, you know it’s

[chorus: sample]
kick that sh-t, kick that sh-t
kick that sh-t, kick that sh-t
kick that sh-t, kick that sh-t
kick that sh-t, kick that sh-t
kick that sh-t

[outro: turntablism]
“check out my track record” “you don’t really [?]”
“it say on my track record”
“hold up, hold up” “check out my track record”
“and if you can’t stand the pressure”
“check my swag”

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