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nerve (au) - where you been? lyrics

[verse 1: nerve]
they be like nerve where the f-ck you been
they know where the flows been at
so dope with the rap
so you feel like you smoked a bag every time i approach the track
it’s the nerve and the chill and we murder bills
like kim jong we be ill with the verbal sk!lls
it kicks off like a drill so observe the real
were p-ssed off like for real we deserve the mills
like i know you dont know what i know cause im so dope like a dose of hydro these guys dont know what flows are tight so i go for broke till i broke the mic tho i go for broke till i broke the bank
you wanna be captain but your flows are rank
i bust bars bust bars like a loaded tank
and know its cl!ck clack boom i explode your game

[verse 2: chillinit]
blake be hard when i spray the bar
jump on the mic get strung like a b-ss guitar
chase the art till i make my mark
while the crews chopsticks like an asian bar
new bars pop tops like toohey’s
jump on a beat get chopped
suey
rock and i roll till the systems are down
i’m it like the clown run it up like fui
moi moi smoke to my lungs
never had a brother that has broken my trust
i’d head back to nerve’s with ten packs of bourbon
and rack up with girls that were smokin the buds
nah
p-ssion like fruit
weed in the back of my boot
still back at my dudes
can’t stop with the ragabond dues
till we hit primetime on the channel 9 news

[verse 3: nerve]
all these other actors are whack they been turkey’s
they dry and they overpriced like beef jerky
i’m high no i’m not i lied i keep dirty
i’m grimy i flow like christ the priest heard me
blazin tracks in my vapormax
face the facts
im the greatest you ain’t a match
take it back like the sega im breakin back’s
i make raps so amazing you pay to jack
my team make tracks on the regular
big macs so we stackin the chedder up
chill kickin back while he fries up a quarter pound
we trying to get the cash hold the letter’s (lettuce) uh
think your hard but your average
i’m raw
got bars full of madness
psychward

i’m never stopping it i’m dropping it like a pigeon
i’m k!lling it and they keeping em talking like a ventriloquist
predicaments predicted i switch it the penicillin pen is iller with the riddle like ridilin when im spittin it
c to the h to the i l l
chillin with the chill and they whipping it like they licorice
the rhythm gettin ridden with writtens im bout to finish and
smoke weed brah hows that for a flow scheme uh
jump on a plane then puff me a j getting raw with the levels
i’m a chill mc but i k!ll mc’s like scorpion venom
mc’s get squeezed like lemon
still been stuck in a rudd like kevin
if nerve spits raps like an mp5 lad
then chill’s brought the green like lettuce

[hook: nerve]
if you ain’t heard of the nerve or the chill by now then homie tell me
where the f-ck you been?
where the f-ck you been?
tell me right now where the f-ck you been?
if you ain’t heard of the nerve or the chill by now then homie tell me
where the f-ck you been?
where the f-ck you been?
tell me right now where the f-ck you been?

[verse 5: nerve]
promoters ask for me and they get the crew
20 man on stage like a skepta shoot
bet the fans gonna boo when they mention you or go ham in the booth till i dent the roof
i go ham in the booth till i break the mic
i hate lives – just yours, i ain’t hating mine
i stay tryin to restrain from the blatant lies
but when i sent you a dope i was wasting time
i’m all about my crew and me
bombing up youtube or computer screens
i send shots and they cut like a movie scene
but you could never edit me i’m too pristine
chill man i think they need a break
these punchlines too deep i can see the veins
we’ll be live on a sat-rday night we getting hype from the mic
why they actin, tina fey

[verse 6: chillinit]
wait
girl got the doobs i puff it
20k views thats nothin (nothin)
f-ck it
buds in a vacuum seal and it comes in a six pack deal thats nuggets
love it
drive with snapped id lad
shut it up lad a black eyed peaz rap
this ain’t no fergie-ferg
burn your first beat down to the black i beat that
stay fly like turbulence go berserk when i murder the verse i spit
and if cops come around on the block for the pot i just say what i rock for medicinal purposes
puff on the stacks of bud
lights and the camera, where be the action cuz?
me and wombat stay kicking back with the packs of the kush in the boot of the mazda truck

[verse 7: nerve]
no one came to your headline, how sad
everyone steady asking where the crowd at
i drop beats that make your legs go numb and the tracks loud they make you push em in a pound bag
chillinit’s backstage with the chick fans
skrub’s surfing the crowd like its his jam
mackinos wilin on the decks goin skitz man
wombats gacked at the back off a quick gram
we make the fans ask for more
you a sham trying to jam like your bars are raw
we’re the mans with plan, outcl-ss you all
got more shows then stan look how far we’ve gone (how far)
and look how far we gon go
we just at the start and we hardly slow
we living this out like salvadore dali go all pic-sso we can’t be broke

[verse 8: chillinit]
so i was chilling with my brothers with the herbs and a bong packed
plus shows with the nerve and the wombat
skrub down on the deck with a mac at the fact talakai’s been stoned where the bongs at?
p-ss the bars and i p-ss the flame
p-ss the j and try savour the aftertaste
and my bars are the bomb like duke i might nukem with new sh-t blow em like saddam hussein
3 tracks one month (get bodied)
never gonna stop gonna drop (get bodied)
shouts to the brothers from the northside gang runnin around in hottie yelling out (get bodied)
all about them flows
bout that money i’m about them hoes
probably why them girls
got them curves and the lips like a motherf-ckin outback road

- nerve au lyrics

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