Rough Stuff

(HOOK)
We bring the rough stuff
Kicking through your doors and
Breaking all your floors in
Till we’re rocking rhythm and rhymes
We bring the rough stuff
Kicking through your doors and
Breaking all your floors in
Till we’re rocking rhythm and rhymes
We bring the rough stuff
Tell them that we’re fucked up
Here to blow the bass till you’re barely alive
Feel your minds fucked up
Brain cells mushed up
And i really doubt that you’ll live to survive
When we bring the rough stuff

(VERSE 1)
‘cos we’re taking the sound to a new height
Maksim get’s strapped on the track and i do bite
So watch out for the big bad tunes they’re too hype
Watch out in the booth i’m too tight
So i might just strike on the mic, and i’m bringing that rough stuff
So you better toughen up before the beat hits you like a lose right
Swing and a miss now you’re pissed ‘cos you aim for the chin but you got no wrist see
All i got to do to hit you is shift and shimmy with an uppercut quick
You never seen something that sick
When i’m in the rave i’m swinging them fists like a fucked up killer
Bringing that rough stuff bonez and fifty fuck that’s illa -

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(VERSE 2)
‘cos we’re taking the sound to a new height
Maksim got a back strap and it’s so fat that
When you toke that you’re gonna want to run for your life
I’m so hype in the place, and when i spit
Bars in the rave just like the sage, i’m
Making the flow drop taping your toes up
Making you trip till you’re white in the face
That’s right you’ll be so white ‘cos you’re blazed
Here have some of that bass, it’s making you vibrate
Aching your sides till your mind can’t function
‘cos it’s full of high grade
Oh damn i’ve smoked too much of this shit
That piff must be some of that rough stuff we’re bringing ya
Trust it’s killing ya, turning your brain till you’re fucked like -

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