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mitchos damenace - putting that work in lyrics

verse 1 (mitchos damenace):
always putting that work in
i’m hungry
?
step to the plate watch menace go murk ’em
one things for certain, i burn ’em
feeling like hers-man constantly stirring the pot
last six months look how far that he’s got
as long as i’m feeling them bars i won’t stop
as long as you feeling at large are on top
tryna be destructive
why you tryna be a f-ck-whit?
nah no line later nah kid
i mean fair game got the raid in for nothing
all real hits but you question me tough man
end of discussion
head got concussion
bent and you bluffing
now all that sh-t that you said was for nothing
yeh i worked for this spot
you will learn what i got
coz i’m something you’re not
always putting that work in
i mean for that dime that you searching that dirt
and hoping it works yeh f-ck a suburban
s.o.d was the hood that you learn from
best know me your fake friends i burn ’em
? said f-ck the stripes well i’ve earned ’em
well i’ve earned ’em
the streets gon’ feel me
yeh that place where i gl-ss is a filthy
sparin’ no ones ’til ya feel me
coz this is the real me
coz we’re…

verse 2 (fraksha):
and you know that i’m putting that work in
mans know that i’m fully on working
and the flow that i’m cooking is murking
? at hurting
non-stop work
man i’m putting that work in
no days off ’til i’m pulling that curtain
that’s certain
i just wanna catch that buzz like yaks in the club tryna hook up that burkin
i’m still learning
never gonna stop that
? chat sh-t and they never gon’ stop that
when i drop tracks, better go cop that
bars mans spit, nah you’re never gonna top that
nah nah nah nah
never gonna top that
mans got bars that you’re never gonna combat
mitchos sent me the beat
i said yeah blood, okay let me don that
coz i’m on that non-stop working
slew them beats coz i’m non-stop working
sydney to melbourne
linking with sheldon
putting in work while you literally shelving
man i spit ’til the bell ring
in it for the long haul mans got stamina
i don’t care if you’re bad i’m badder bruh
frak bring heat like mans in malaga

verse 3 (sarm):
always putting that work in
i’m hungry of course i’m thirsting
step to the plate you know sarm will murk ’em
i ain’t f-ck around with this verse i’m certain
dont care what ya serving
i’m the guy that these pr-cks keep swerving
as i’m writing, drinking the bourbon
thinking ’bout life as i look through the curtain
so many lads not one of them searching
now they’re all trapping, perfect
not saying i’m perfect
but when you talk sh-t don’t think i ain’t heard it
yeh
see times have changed
back in my day you had to find a lane
too many gronks wanna fly the plane
but they ain’t want work on the time it takes
and i’m wide awake
i never lied on tape
what you see is what you get i ain’t hide away
a few little pr-cks got some lies to make
all good bruz i smile and wave
10 years i’ve been half-hearted
never charted the kids i fathered
should’ve charged it when we started
took my time
never chased no market
but now i’m thirsting bro
taking my shots like thurston goals
young punks try swerve my flow try turbo tho can’t catch that flow
you’re like a roll with gherkins bro
i’m on a roll with burt at bowls
to save being me, preserve my soul
you best quit making rap go work at coles

verse 4 (alex jones):
always putting that work in
i be on my job tryna bring that work in
feeling like a boss i work around the clock and the grind don’t stop nah i’m too determined
work on your verses then try verse us
see me on a urn with earns we out searching
now me top 5 emcees go find us a beat
bring ya best and bet that i’ll murk him
word that’s a dot j that’s ‘d o c’
still that same don came from the 303
no face ? we og’s
my whole team on raves like we don’t sleep
you know me o z grime d o d
i’m came up tryna make it to the t o p
never dreamed i’d be interstate coz the airplay on and off airplanes like b o b
but
you can’t clash if its “i v’ you”
think you’re a hot shot ’til “i v’ you”
talking up but when i see you
eye to eye
you end up in the icu
transparent the mirror i might see through
like the pipe that you put your ice into
you got double vision when you look in the mirror
you try face up thinking that i see two
you’re a two-faced snake
a siamese python
picked up a mic and try recite violence
lips on a pipe
saliva full of ice
in real life you’re not even a sidemen simon
it’s all hype you type the type like you’re saying it’s on site and quietly ride by ’em
you can’t even write you bite like mike tyson
live in a dreamland
you feeling like mic righteous?
you pretend to be something you’re not in front of your friends you try to stunt you’re a flop
pick up on a pen you c-nts are front like a boss
get done in the end i bet your mum couldn’t watch like
oh my god that’s not my son
did i stutter my brudda said not my son
looking at your mates like what am i, dumb?
i make your chick say to you, what have i done?

- mitchos damenace lyrics

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