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adam koots - adam koots - rappertag #23 | season 2 lyrics

[intro]
yeah. yeah, uh. sup, rappertag? beugs brother number one in the house: adam koots. shouts to danny for the tag. let’s do this, yo

[verse 1]
back to kick it, crack the whipper
hack the spinach, it’s all real like a photographic image
burn the medical grade, chop a technical break
close my eyes and i’m seein’ geometrical shapes (yeah)
burn mexican sage, freak out the neighbour (ha)
jump out the whip (what?) slap a power ranger (d+mn)
hit the double chamber, i’m a troublemaker (yeah)
my star sign’s taurus; i got a stubborn nature (yeah)
you know the sh+t i’m on (huh?) soon as i hit the bong
i black out then wake up to fully written songs (yeah)
ever single time (what?) the koota does a rhyme (uh)
the planets in the sky and the sun and moon align (boom)
i can’t be defined (nah) i got the heater rhymes
i drop it on the plate hot like a pizza pie (hot)
bouncin’ the effects, smoke an ounce in the sesh (yeah)
slouch in my neck (why?) ’cause the couch is my bed (sh+t)

[interlude]
yeah, yeah. oh yeah, i gotta tag someone. f+ck it, i’ma tag myself. check it out
yeah, yeah, shouts to koots for the tag, that was dope man, you k!lled that sh+t. i knew you’d k!ll that sh+t. f+ck yeah. yo, yo

[verse 2]
loose sockets, [?]
loot your pockets (yeah) sh+ts on point like bazooka rockets (yeah)
everything you do (uh) my team do fresher (what)
put the buddha in the air to reduce pressure (yeah)
got these fake rap crews takin’ new measures (yo)
your whole team need therapy (uh) group sessions (what?)
you want the best in the scene? get the worst of the bunch
your work ethic is cheap, i cook and serve you lunch
like the ghost in the sh+ll, stand alone in my field (yeah)
yo, the rhymes that i write burn a hole in your shield (burn)
whatcha talkin’ ’bout, kid? you don’t know the squad (nah)
i’m too sick to hear what the diagnosis was (yeah)
i smoke loads of bud (uh) enough for both of us (what?)
i been fresh since back when we rode the bus (yeah)
straight out the oven, served up hot and crisp
other rappers get nothin’ but the rottin’ fish (yeah)
[outro]
yeah, yeah. what’s up, rappertag? that was adam koots. i’m gonna tag my boy joe snow. pang productions, represent. fishermen frenz. get ’em, joe

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