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, do it like this [?] a two-oh-
One-five [?] duo, [?]
[?], numero uno
[?] my sword like I'm Zuko
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, and I've come for your leader
And then I'm jetting by the morning and onto another mission
That's when I move on 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
Well, I never leave till the beats I make are all
([?])
Damn foul, actin' like an unfunny
[?] with his pants down
But if you utter my name, you're a mad coward
And some do it, but they ain't planned it out
They just mad now, they get no hand out (Nah)
Good luck, you can tell me how it pans out
And then [?] your team [?]
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 wanna know what that's about
When I rap, I'm bound to be blackin' out
Like I'm Pacquiao, but they're havin' 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]
Hardcore, hardcore
Kick that shit, kick that shit
Hardcore, hardcore
Kick that shit, kick that shit
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Kick that shit, kick that shit
Hardcore, hardcore
Kick that shit, kick that shit
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore

[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 uppers, I'm out of this club
By the time [?] and you stop
Back in the tub with a toaster
Still do a shit on a dunny with [?]
Reefer with that sativa into
The indica, golden retriever
I'm a basset hound [?]
And passed 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 dick 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, [?] the rider
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]
Hardcore, hardcore
Kick that shit, kick that shit
Hardcore, hardcore
Kick that shit, kick that shit
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Kick that shit, kick that shit
Hardcore, hardcore
Kick that shit, kick that shit
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Kick that shit

[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 vengeance earning your attention
DJ MC, with infinite dimensions
Not known for adhering to convention
Debris, GE, commandeering your attention
And did I mention I'm part of the back line?
I hide mine in the wind without chimes
No lies, 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 murmur 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
That [?] type shit, and we're doing that
(Hardcore), 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
We bring it (hardcore)
What the fuck did you ask for?
I'ma call Vents, tell him
Bring it class war with no passports
Smuggle venom on a plane, any second, any day, you know it's
(Hardcore, hardcore)

[Chorus: Sample]
Kick that shit, kick that shit
Kick that shit, kick that shit
Kick that shit, kick that shit
Kick that shit, kick that shit
Kick that shit

[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"