Vexed

[Testo di "Vexed" ft. Elise, DJ Double S]

[Intro:]
And we gonna rock a little something like this...
And we gonna rock a little something like this...
One, two
Watcha gonna do?
One, two
Watcha gonna do?

[Strofa 1: Sean]
Here come the funkmaster
[?] lyrical dysaster
[?] kind of nigga
While whack MCs will be watching the wild child
With the smooth style become bigger and bigger
I've been [?] from east to west, non stop no stress
So it's above the rest, yes
Like in a game of chess, now guess who's the best
Yo, no competition, no you can't contest
I'm sick of niggas talking about shit they've never been exposed to
Fake trigger squeezers get the fuck out of your cock licking
Lyrical skills, complex, sound effects for your brain
Now your trouble flows down the drain
[?] - positive, me and a sucker - negative
[?] vaseline, [?] a disease [?] amuser
Ass-sellers come back [?] breack a neck
Complaining about problems you've never ever had
My mind accelerates from 1 to a 100 kilometers in a sec
It's time for niggas to start braking
Coming on my way, I’m the black bastard
Southafrican nigga, brain blaster, [?]
One busted the weed [?]
[?] faster, yes, the black bastard, no clash competes when I rock the [?]
I proceed, I'm speedy, can't see me 'cause you're blind, indeed, nigga
Go get the [?]

[Ritornello: Elise]
[?]
Shadows singing over me
[?]
But it's messing up my mind
Looks like there is a road
That still I cannot see
So I try not to stumble
And survive in the jungle

[Strofa 2: Sean]
Too many punk-ass niggas wanna be rapping
But when it comes to rapping all I hear is [?]
[?] preventing styles from getting bitten
Rap ruse and the [?] and the walls should be [?]
In that case I'd be a cop incarcerating flow stealers and imitators
[?]
Will be back with butter sucking each others' dicks in prison
While rap believers will be preaching hip-hop religion
Nah, you may say I'm a dreamer but remember
If my dream could ever come true you won't be dreaming
When you see me pouring Champagne
I will be a nightmare, [?] leprosy
South-African disease from the CPC
Now who’s got the recipe for one of the enemies talking nonsense
24 hours rappers [?] techniques of self defense
“They’re badder than the devil”, you know the devil? You don’t know
So use your common sense and go and don’t you ever come back no more
I [spent?] all the anger built inside in South Africa
6 months I’ve survived with suicide on my mind
Just too blind, too blind to see the devil right behind me all the time
On the [borderlines?], like a jungle [?]
I've never lost my pride, I’m still alive [?]
[?] motherfucker can’t survive
Now you act too strong, black [?], singing the wrong song
Black is [back?], go back to your roots, Africa, Word Is Born

[Ritornello x2: Elise]
[?]
Shadows singing over me
[?]
But it's messing up my mind
Looks like there is a road
That still I cannot see
So I try not to stumble
And survive in the jungle