Da Teams Back (feat. Kerser & Rates)

[Intro - Kerser, Jay UF & Rates]

Just fuckin' freestyle this?
Yeah
Yeah, UF
You's two talk, I'm too ripped
Ha ha, he's too ripped
'aight, can you start again? "You's two talk, I'm too ripped" that was perfect
What's goin' on?
'aight leave that in there, don't worry, we've already started the fuckin' thing
Really? oh, Jay UF!
Nah, Kerser!
Ratesy!
'aight
'aight so it's meant to be an intro but Rates fucked it
How 'bout you go
I'll start?
Yeah you start
'aight I'll start
Yeah
Fuck off, move, fuck off, listen

[Hook - Kerser]

Fuck you (who?), fuck them (huh?), fuck him, fuck her and her friend (slut)
Fuck you (who?), fuck them (huh?), fuck him, fuck her and her friend (slut)

[Verse 1 - Kerser]

Big breath 'cause I'm bored of these fuckin' rappers
They been sayin' they gonna kill me and then nothin' happens
You failin' hard, you ain't gonna get the next spot
Talk about you bitin', shit I had to get a tet' shot
And who the best, what? Who? Where we been at?
Watch the scene collapse so we had to get the team back
We the ones you been pumpin' for a decade
We was puffin' on the esh before the word eshay
It's Kers One, I'm so high on my high, shit
I write what my life is and rhyme it the nicest
The timin' is priceless, my mind is a violent
Mind to be entwined with
Find my where the dimes is
I think it's obvious when we start to write
We've been reppin' ABK for more than half our life
You passin' by, never that, get 'em anywhere they're at
Yeah the legends on the track
Spread the message that we're back

[Hook - Kerser]

Fuck you (hmm?), fuck them (beg yours?), fuck him, fuck her and her friend (mole)
Fuck you (hmm?), fuck them (what?), fuck him, fuck her and her friend (whore)

{Verse 2 - Jay UF]

You kiddin' if you ever think we're quittin' or would fall off
The only thing that's fallin' is the high when it is worn off
I'm more shocked, this rap game is filled up with more gronks
Who act gay on Instagram a lot, it's like they're all soft
But I guess the time's changed, sure you're hive age
But I'm still the same when I be pennin' it to my page
Yeah I'm Jay, the same fuckin' Jay you saw in Encore
And if you hate my shit, then why the fuck you play my songs for?
Back at Mac Fields, I'd write for ages with Rates
Was grindin' on my fuckin' teeth, awake for days and more days
The three of us had heard each other's shit and knew that it worked
So when we step up to the mic we'd just stay true to our word
And let me make it clear, I'll never give a shit what you think
Or maybe a bit, come back to spittin' lyrics like this
Nah it don't matter what we're doin', yeah we're makin' it work
United Forefront, ABK, yeah Jay, Rates and the Kers
That's it

[Hook - Kerser]

Fuck you (huh?), fuck them (what?), fuck him, fuck her and her friend (cunt)
Fuck you (what?), fuck them (hmm?), fuck him, fuck her and her friend (cunt)

[Verse 3 - Rates]

You got a problem? We can sort it out
These other rappers, they are watered down
And my team don't need to compete with them sort of clowns
So many talkin' loud, wow
We make you fall for the sound, drown
Trapped, wrap 'em in rings, knock the scene flat
Packed as my rap, kilos and chronic, like a beanbag, I lean back
You keep on yappin', lose your kneecap
Imminent danger, my teams back, you thinkin' we relaxed?
Takin' the time to go and soak in the vibes
We took a scalpel to your brain just to open your mind
We'd go together and we'd drift in like ocean and tides
Rappers wrapped up in the boot from the rope that I tied
Make you hope that you die
You think I'm changin'? I'm different?
You fuckin' idiots, it's Rates, I'm the same and I'm skitzin'
Hold composure like a soldier on a dangerous mission
I'm assassinatin' rappers, see the flames in the distance

[Hook - Kerser, Jay UF & Rates]

Fuck you (hmm?), fuck them (beg yours?), fuck him, fuck her and her friend (mole)
Fuck you
Kerser!
Fuck them
Jay UF!
Fuck him
Ratesy!
Fuck her and her friend (whore)