Picture Perfect

[Intro: Paper Pabs]
Pabby Wabby, here to murder shit
Treasure Hunt, Picture Perfect shit
It's that Picture Perfect shit

[Hook: Huntizzy]
You know what the word is
I'm right where the kerb is
Any time I rhyme, you know it's picture perfect
Close your eyes, you can see my verses
Close your eyes, you can see my verses

[Verse 1: Huntizzy]
It's Hunt yo
Come through like, dun know
Switch it up with the dumb flow
And I let loose like Django
Live life, no manual
Tricks up my sleeve, Paul Daniels
Spitting verses, picture perfect, now I'm feeling like van Gogh
Mona Lisa, blow the speaker, roll the reefer, Wiz Khalifa
Champions, in this arena I set it off like Queen Latifah
No gas, up in the meter, life can't get no realer
So I line them up, take my lines in, coke dealer
I'm old school like Cocopina
Huarache, Crystal Maze
Music's in my heartbeat, and I feel I can spit for days
Bring it Back To The Future, Michael J
Picture perfect, but the perfect pictures when I fly away, sittin' down in paradise
Puffing' till I'm paralysed, calms steeds, palm trees
Strike a pose cuz, I ain't camera shy
Can't breathe in these dark streets
There's no love like Valentine's
Sit back and I analyse the game
This is picture perfect, put me in the frame

[Hook (x2): Huntizzy]
You know what the word is
I'm right where the kerb is
Any time I rhyme, you know it's picture perfect
Close your eyes, you can see my verses
Close your eyes, you can see my verses

[Verse 2: Paper Pabs]
Yeah
Score goals like Paul Scholes
The lord knows, we all hold
Semi autos, leave four holes in your clothes (your clothes)
Give free what they charge, race cars with spoiler kits
You ought equip, run in your crib, take all your bricks
Spliff zoots, sip juice, pit bulls, shih tzus
That bitch glued to the same shit I piss through (yeah)
Day dreamed since 18 'bout mainstream and success
Man got there, but realised it's not the best (yeah)
Coming from the same streets where they were running riots
Street pharmacists, but in school I was bunking Science
Getting munk off tryhards, going through hallucinations
Ain't a car on road that I ain't drove, cruised or raced in
Most of the cars are coupes, 'pon the gas and spark a zoot
Talking like a general?
Well, come and arm your troops
Niggas local, but I'm known in different places
Money makes you different, yeah I'm going through the changes

[Hook (x2): Huntizzy]
You know what the word is
I'm right where the kerb is
Any time I rhyme, you know it's picture perfect
Close your eyes, you can see my verses
Close your eyes, you can see my verses