The Feast

(Intro: Pridaval)
Yo, Pridaval and Empathy
Reppin’ Melbourne City and Brisbane
On the motherfuckin’ feast
You know what time it is, let’s get it (Mirror, Mirror 2019 bitch!)

(Verse 1: Pridaval)
I've been poppin’, like pills
Enemies droppin’, writing wills
Career's been flopping, here's the deal
I've seen enough, you say you're a gangster?
I'm about to call your bluff
I see you runnin’ round the club, talking big game
You're all the same, hell bound, you ain't tough
I'm in this for pain, I ain't in this for laughs, jokes or fun
It's a shame, you'll be found, with your throat cut
Better ready the inheritance, ‘cause when I face you in the streets, bravado ain't enough
Like we explained to you on that last track, you had it in the past but buddy
You're all outta luck
Shit talking's a great way to get, planted in a grave
My rhymes with that mystic flow? enchanted getting paid
The reigns of the rap game in my souls implanted, hell to be raised
I don't want no disrespect, like I don't give respect
Trash talk all you want, just watch my shit, and pass the cheque
Get this shit, off my chest, in this for me
Couldn't give a fuck less, about a half-baked emcee claiming to be the best, yeah
I ain't in it for recognition, ain't in it for your permission
And I'm sure as hell not in it, for requisition
Or a fucking reactor's narration, so enough with these accusations
I've come into animation, I'll have my damn coronation
Like I broke your concentration
Wrong way son, you're clearly lost, get some navigation
Giving raw rap back to the population
All I see is red, snap you like a card, code red, disqualification
Pridaval!

(Hook 1: Pridaval)
I'm ready for the feast, you ain't ready for the beast
The come up like's yeast, Pridaval chokin’ bitches, now they can't breathe
Can't see, blinded and can't be, anything
While I'm locked in my own destructive mentality
Passing the mic because Pridaval said it's time for Empathy, to show you what he's got up his sleeve
You know what this is, you know what I mean, I’m a boiling pot of pain
A level of wrath you've never seen, fuck a hater sipping lean, fuck your feelings
Feel this heat, fuck a doubter, pessimist and fuck a microphone fiend!
Haha

(Bridge: Empathy)
Yeah
Woo!
Ayy!

(Verse 2: Empathy)
Straight out the fuckin’ penitentiary
Pridaval and Empathy, far from elementary
Fuck heaven sent; heaven gets sent to me
In other words I’m heaven received
Keep it 100, ‘cause we the greatest of the century
When Pridaval drops his record
These mumble rappers gon’ end it
I’m glad you find us offensive
Cause we about to be rendered
The illest ill-tempered menaces
All you rappers are sheep, it’s my turn to be the shepherd
Think you running the game, I’ll fuckin’ leave your legs severed
While you sittin’ typin’ on reddit, yeah
Claimin’ you authentic
I’m murdering with my sentences
Come to me with repentance
Cause you dissed and now regret it
Say my name, you won’t forget it (Woo!)
I’ll give ‘em shit that they can feel, now
Cold day in hell when hate keeps me down
Fuck you if you ever doubted, then come around like you’re all about it
Your fake praise, I could go without it
Y’all are same-same on every track list
Just a fraction of what could actually happen if you put your mindless mind to action
I’ve had it up to here
With people talkin’ in my fuckin’ ear
‘Bout all their “bright ideas”
‘Bout how I need to learn to fear
“Fear the unknown, fear when you’re growing”
I don’t fear this world, only afraid I won’t leave my mark on it
I’m bodying so sadistically
Simplistically spittin’ shit, it’s a symphony
When I vocalise it’s all tyranny
People hear me and have fuckin’ epiphanies
It’s Pridaval and Empathy, ‘bout to rain hell on the fucking industry! (Woo!)

(Hook 2: Empathy)
We’re ready for the feast, you ain’t ready for the beast
The come ups like yeast and we choking these bitches
Now they can’t breathe
Now we gon’ fuckin’ show you what we got up our sleeves
I said, yeah I said
We’re ready for the feast, you ain’t ready for the beast, the come up’s
Like yeast and we choking these bitches
Now they can’t breathe
Now we gon’ fuckin’ show you what we got up our sleeves
We gon’ motherfuckin’ show you

(Interlude: Empathy)
Since I could barely fuckin’ read
I been workin’ to obtain my dreams
Talkin’ to my mirror, it don’t show what the world appears to be
Pridaval and I, we sat down for the feast
You rappers better run before you become a bite to eat

(Outro: Empathy)
Pridaval and Empathy
Yeah