P.Smurf - Rappertag #25 | Season 2

[Verse: P.Smurf]
It's already February, 2022's lookin' very scary
By the end of December, wack MCs'll be dead and buried
In cemeteries, evidently, they fell to a devil, send me
To a cell where they make your skeleton melt like Ben & Jerry's
Now I'm biggity-back from hell like Run-DMC, that's necessary
Chuck D, Ice Cube remix, my set is heavy
As Big Pun tracks with Fat Joe
But I ain't about luchini like Camp Lo, flippin' it Rambo
Writin' battle plans, then grab the mic and have a jam
Man done smothered another Rappertag
Keep it comin' and runnin' the set, round two, don't fuck with the vets
Sendin' a sucker to bed by aimin' a gun at your head
Plow, plow, makin' 'em bow now, class is in session
Duck down, hearin' buckshot, shootin' my Smith and Wesson
He paid the price like Sean
And now his life is gone, I got that Taekwondo kick
Snap back to reality, the fact is
The one we're livin' in is so abstract, it's actually
No more normality, [?] carnivorous
Raw rhymes in your mind, kickin' it four times
Harder than raw iron, my hawk-eye
Spottin' these four guys from all heights, no more time for them
It's all over, goin' Ruggedman on a poser
Spit it double time but I'm never rushin' like Kournikova
Nah, you best to move back
Back to when Stella got her groove back
Stuck up in the future, too busy troubleshootin' computers
To bust a move in the middle of a room, we need a revolution
Truth 101, consider me the tutor
Wanna wage war? Go on, give me the bazooka
Droppin' bombs on beat, speakin' W-M-Ds
About to nuke ya like Cuba
I'm grand like Poobah, doin' a job when I get busy
Say peace to Koota, Joe Snow and Tenth Dizzy
It's Big Village to Pang Productions
Scratches Records, yeah, we ain't nothin' to fuck with
Like Wu-Tang, biggin' 'em up on the boom-bap
Clickin' your finger then flippin' the figure to give you [?]
Stuffed up, your blood clot got popped, dropped off the spot
You got knocked, cuz, like "What's up, Doc?"
I'm lobbin' molotovs at dog cops
Got no props, this whole world is so lost
I flow lots with no nonsense
Then float off across your consciousness
Because I'm on buds, man, call me the ombudsman
Still cleanin' up all of the scum, keep on doin' it till it be done
Done did it again, [?] blunt, son of a gun, biggin' it up to my mum
Cuz, and sisters, and my brothers
And my old man, the grandpapa
Tryna chuck you in a drug bus and handcuff ya
Just for puffin' a blunt, mate, I'm fuckin' disgusted
N-S-W police ain't nothin' but fuckwits
Police hidin' their lies from us, right in front of our eyes
While they're takin' a bribe from a tyrant
I'm tired, but I'm not gonna stop fightin' 'em
Why you water down the mainstream like oxygen and hydrogen?
Eat your vitamins, B, get your niacin
Beef ain't a vital trend, it's a side effect
Of life when you're high on it, I got no time for the cowards
Cracked faces, black mirrors in ivory towers
See, most of these dudes are all see-through
I see you, dissin' our movements like Me Too
Deceitful fools actin' evil, bullyin' innocent people
And never treatin' women like equals
It's deeply rooted in pain, see, me and you ain't the same
Most heads know that P stay true to the game
Manoeuvre through lanes while you're takin' pit stops
Like Snow said, this ain't Tik Tok, it's hip-hop
You're more Cisco than flip-flops
A bunch of young pups actin' like they're big dogs
Pursuin' the truth hurts
That's why I'm in communities doin' that youth work
Removin' the loose dirt, underground where I flex gems
Extend the [?] whenever I'm schoolin' the next-gen
My pen game is endgame, high pursuit in a car chase
On loops and breaks, they call me super like Czarface
Up in the booth on them dark days
Spittin' unlimited rhythm on beats, increasin' your heart rate
See, most MCs are just shark bait
But like COVID, most of 'em I just can't taste
Your flow's famous for fakin' the funk, you got no flavour
These gatekeepers try to break the locks, but they're no Jada
Pay my respect to the First Nations
Whose earth was usurped, raped, murdered, and blatantly burnt
By the firm favourites, murked in the worst way
You can say that it ain't the same, but like 2Pac, I see no changes
Replacin' the date seems pivotal to me
So I spell it out like A.B. Original
See? We bringin' barrels of bad apples
Them mad rappers here to bring the key to these damn shackles
Like my man, Nooky, Kobie Dee got them hands clappin'
Birdz and Alice Skye bringin' the heat when they jam
Packin' a show, rapid flow, hittin' my mark like a master
Wise guy [?] target
But my time here is done, kickin' it over the driggity-drum
I'm rippin' it up, in a sec I reckon I'll flip it and pass it to Barka like this

[Outro: DJ Cost]
"This is it"
"Why"
"Get 'em"
"Fuckin' with reel to reel, rap axe maniac"