Anti Social

[Intro: Bilzar & Tabanacle]
Uh
Bilzar
Tabanacle
Lyricist Jinn
Black Triangle

[Verse 1: Bilzar]
Yo, seems like they don't rate anything I do
I'ma come back and hit 'em with the high [?]
Kick 'em with the typhoon
They don't like me shit, I don't like you
If I offended you, I would never say sorry
It's more than that, I think I tried to
Stop givin’ me grief, just give me some weed, sheets
And a beat to write to
You couldn’t write like this if you tried, dude
Fuck everyone
Weak emcees, spittin’ grease on beats
Got me peed and [?] for one
Game over if I mention one
I’ma end the cunt
Don’t care if your chain got appended armour
What label your friend is from
Fly with the force of a plane, for any man talkin’ my name
I’ma aim at your [?]

[Verse 2: L Jinny]
[?]
No match for the team in the [?], strap weed, and we torture kids (aaah)
I'ma be the reason half of these emcees’ kids get raised in a orphanage
[?], any sick bar I write is facts
Every shit bar you write is gassed
[?] the way that he talks a myth
I'm a stormy wind that despise all of them
That would class anybody as a rival
League of my own
I turn my seat to my throne
High I talk, you got rhymes, it might fall
They wanna see me kill a rapper with a mic cord
They wanna see me with a hammer licking spines' drawers
'Til I fight forward and tight all
They tryna keep me trapped in a cycle, uh

[Verse 3: Wow Bros]
Stepped in the scene with a bag full of bars
We came to rock and we smashed the guitar
Came here [a-posturing?] as you are
The kid kinda lost it, get clashy with us
Ain’t for the talk that we came for the stores
Imitatin' this [?] we create at our store
We put [?]
Free white boys no [?]
So who wants to pay for us now?
It’s far from a date and we’re taking him out
[?]
Supplied 'em with [?], now the scene spazzin' out
[?]

[Verse 4: Jigsaw]
Right now, I'm going in with the bars
I took a break from the scene but I'm back
Now I see, there's a bag of emcees that are gassed
If you're one of them, you should begin to depart
'Cause you're never gonna make any hits like this
Yeah, my tracks are heavier than yours
Six tokes and a blunt, then I'm ready to record
Everybody saying "this kid will not blow"
Now I see what the hatred and jealousy has caused
They can't handle the truth, 'cause it hurts
I catch 'em, four shells in your belly and the jaw
Truth is, I don't wanna ever be at war
With another emcee over anything dumb, but
You might get buried if you talk
I know I go hard, I got plenty of bars
And my tracks get around like [?]

[Verse 5: Brotherhood]
Yo [?], I already know, mane
What? They chattin' shit, but their flow okay (exactly)
They ain't ever ready for this tag team
Fuck the world, though, they don't wanna clash me (or clash me)
[?]
Fuck all of you clones, it's like the scene's full of dick-ridin' [?] with no force of their own
If guys rate me, support should be shown
I grind daily, walkin' alone
Fuck it, I still connect, like four in a row
I was born with the flow, Koo Koo Kanga
Still here, lookin' for that YouTube banger

[Verse 6: More 1]
Crown me explicit, I ain't proud of my image
[?] call me out and you're finished
Timothy taught me how I could peel it
The man went down for the sound acidic
Call me out and you're finished
Put shit in my mouth, then I'll spit it
[?] on dust this is the sound from the village
The best lyric[?]
If I did it, I'll admit it
And this one's out to my critics
I ain't gassed, never fond of the liquid
Babies wanna copy me out in their christenings
Head down when I'm in it
[?] check hereabout with a crowd full of midget
Trapped in the cricket the ones that
Never stop opening the house for a visit, pow

[Verse 7: Tabanacle]
Back with a [?]
So fast I can par any star wanna blast that be bah bah
Master of the art, I dance with the dark
But I'm back in a murder
And I'm done with a laughter with a blow in a beast
So I flow like a martyr
[?], sparing 'em tactics
They can never try spar with a Mannix
[?]