Talakai - triple j Bars of Steel

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Shoutout my boy Harvey on the beat

[Verse]
I'm flexing negative numbers brother embrace the struggle
My flow is magic, fuck a Harry, I’ll erase these muggles
You'll never catch me at the back coz my face is covered
And I been down on my luck, so still I take these uppers
Always five gears ahead like it's Need for Speed
They fall behind on their rent ’cause they got a need for speed
Imagine me with the flow, it's something I gotta see
Cool, you might be dope, but no one asked you to speak, they tell me
I been talking feelings too much
But, yo, for real, I don't really give two fucks
'Cause when I'm up, I could wipe your whole damn crew
And go ODB with bars like Brooklyn Zoo
And throw the book at you, 'cause I'm the judge and the juror
Up the anny-anny up
Give your drugs and your jewels up
Best believe I'm a joker, fuck a Harley Quinn
I’d rather have a Batman, fuck that Barbie shit
I burn my bridges like I’m London Town
Are you getting bodied? Is the only time you're underground
Fuck it, all I needed was a beer, a couple rounds
Acted like I’m Paul Park the way I'm always coming down
I'm the brokest rapper ever
Send the world that heat-wave
Tala seasons ending never, oi
They want Proof like old Eminem videos
I'm known to Mike Jackson I ain’t a Smooth Criminal
I, Big L a motherfucker with snap quicks
So you best keep my name of your lips like Chapstick
It's the, face-covered killer from the East-coast
Still getting second hand high off that weed smoke
Yo get your motherfucking pen-licence snatched up
I see more snakes in friend groups than black but that's facts son
Still racking clothes like I'm Huskii
Weekends looking Slim and Dusty, no country
I, hit that switch like Toyota in the Supra
Used to boost a pack
Now I'm fucked like Karma Sutra
Super
Saying like I'm go-horn when I flow 'em off
I, hit 'em in the spirit
When I bomb I'm like a molotov, so
Can I kick it like it's Capoeira
Big L flow
Still making 'em high like I'm made of leather
Coz all these rappers talking drugs and their fake crimes
Must've missed the ship where it's fashion
I hate life, I
Got some problems yeah
They might be worse than yours
I'm never bitching
No Mum said it don't hurt to talk
I'm prone to beef and it's getting heated with herbivores
Tala in some drama like it's something you ain't heard before
I Futurama these benders
I fry my brain with my Hermes
'til my week's ended
Than it's same old shit bruh
Back on the bend again
Tryna get a piece of a bitch like Zapp Brannigan
I rock a room like I'm Rolling Stones
Catch me riding shotgun
Chill's rolling stone
Bagz in the back
Pale like Home Alone
So Tala hit's the line brudda
I ain't talking telephones
I been going beast for that pay-day
And putting toys in the box like it's a play-date
I was writing poems coz I missed the funeral
Now I'm dead in the rapper a week
Tally the numerals up
Tala