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lirik lagu rup - brace yourself

[verse 1]

it’s the triptastic pervert snorting up your sherbert
rup’s the first nerd dropping verbs on your herberts
my paragraphs are written on some para graphs
feeling half–ssed i’m like a druid when my stars charged
foot and mouth rambler, egg scrambler
under no pressure like a pub team manager
walking off the pitch with a hat-trick scored
i’ll smash your jaw, youre seeing more stars than patrick moore
i’m off-key like singing hymns in -ssembly
my mates spelling bee(?) but i’d rather use telepathy
not getting a quick century, sell your soul for 7p
no one’s heard of me so no one’s trying to censor me
underground’s not a word that i like
cause i’m trapped in a cave writing rhymes by the gas light
my cr-p sight means i get broken vision
provoke derision, when i’m choking on my spoken wisdom
my decision is to take a quick trip down the boozer
daytime snoozer it’s rup the f-cking loser
i get smashed like shop windows on may days
bring it to your manor like footy fogs on away days(?)
i stay blazed looking slightly dazed
my eyes might be glazed but i ignite the stage
“you right mate?” yeah i’m feeling fine
i’m just picking off you scabs like a sniper at a picket line
cricket’s fine, but i prefer playing footy
most rappers today have got as much to say as sooty (nothing)
so p-ss the special cookies, but out to the beat
representing for the losers and the drugged out freaks

(scratching)

[verse 2]

stoned prophet, i rap from london to (?)
i drop rhymes like david james drops crosses
“rup stop it” man i haven’t even started
you get dropped quick like boy bands that haven’t charted
i’m getting carded cause my raps are always challenging
beef is my subject so you can call me cattle king
not battling cause i’m sh-t scared
but with a crew of (?) who walk in the club with their t-ts bared
i did care, but now i’m numb and in a bad state
watching bad tapes with my sad mates and fat 8’s
rap’s great, but i prefer playing footy
i’ve got a heavy flow like thirty menstruating p-ssies
disseminating cookies with lsd drops
i’m coming off like seed pods on some weed crops
or gazza when his knee popped
i’m writing pencil poems
i got mad styles like n0bby in a mental home
i let my stencil roam, travel with gentle giants
brace yourself like diy dental science
it’s the mind alliance like pimps and crack wh0r-s
i’m stepping up like tony adams in the back 4
p-ss me the hacksaw so i can cut a tune
i reflect your shine like the sea under the moon
rup’s coming soon for now the c-nt runs the room
polluting the air until you’re f-cked off the fumes

(scratching)

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