DZ & FriendlyFire - Lychee Jazz

Alright
Let's do this
Final Boss
Everybody gets lit
When we throw this on
DZ, FriendlyFire
We the final boss
Been at it for a minute
Not a round of applause
Still i'm proud of all my raps
Whether you feel it or not
And you can ramble on
About your realer shit
This ain't a sob story bitch
This some drift in whips
And hit the curb, drunk off of a vodka sip
And try to figure out how we gon' get home again
It's the weekend bitch
And we ready to rumble
Banging on my chest
I'm the king of the jungle
Changing how I spit
While they continue to mumble
Name another Aussie kid that do it better than I do
I'm a motherfucking
Mastermind
I got the Force, couldn't hit me
With your blaster fire
The nerdy cunt
Rapping with all my bars and lines
Cause I ain't afraid to be myself
Unlike you fucking liars
Uh
Alright we just gonna keep it going
Uh
Check me out, check me out
Picture what I paint
It's a perfect portrait
Penning on a pad
Pull in a profit performance
Pussy pulling pistols prolly part of the poorest
People tryna pay pushing a party's importance
pu 'em through the pace and they be puffing and pausing
Pick me personality
They petty and cautious
Paranoid
Prolly push you off a pavillion
Couldn't trust their own homies
Cause they plotting
To did 'em in
Got a
Watch digital, stacking up all my decimals
Claiming I got the bars
That's even compared to criminals
Who harder?
Prey to me
Our Father
Comparing me to you is like Iggy to Shawn Carter
You defend it
Get deaded and die a martyr
We the menace pretend like you didn't start us
Stock is on the rise
Anticipate like a start up
It's Trip Jacket Limited
Finish whoever pass us
Uh
I'm sick as fuck right now
If you couldn't tell
T R I P J A C K E T
They know who we be
Fucked up
Better roll some weed
This that crazy shit
That make you lose your mind
Throw some hands
And maybe break your spine
This is what happens when a comet collides
With an extra terrestrial martian mind
You don't like my style?
Well, I don't give a fuck
In this day and age
Talent don't mean much
So I can say what I want
And I can say what I feel
Cause I ain't looking to cop
A fucking record deal
Yeah
You all look the same
You all care too much
About another opinion
Like it really matters
Loser

Written by:
Dylan Zardain

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