oxymorons - heatstroke lyrics
[intro: vans rat]
h+llo, may i come in? yuh
my name is chef boyardee f+ck off
yeah, o+m, til, we, o+
[verse 1: vans rat]
19, everyday i’m a mess
waking up fully clothed, shoes on my bed
with mud tred ‘cross the room, vansrat is pest
he’s such a festy lil f+cker who keeps losing his meds
i know i had a 10 stack, where the f+ck did it go?
i know one of you c+nts broke into my home
and taxed my bricks lil f+ggot, i forget when i’m stoned
making up assumptions like i didn’t f+cking know i ate the lot em
it’s what i talk about on lot of em
cop a stack and cop some more because i have forgotten them inside my pocket
nodding off, it was super troublesome
picking out my dose and then i double up the doubling
the struggle with the fumbling and never ending mumbling
resulting from the drugging made me overcome the crumbling
i was sick of all the stumbling and stuttering when rapping
now it’s super humbling with making dreams happen
i was so sick of the stumbling and stuttering and stuttering when i was such an addict
now i’m making dreams happen, what’s f+cking happening?
vansrat’s got the f+cking features, come and tap in
get the f+cking cash in, know i’m f+cking dashing
everytime the jacks try and+ah
keep pulling me over, need the f+cking luck like a four leaf clover
never gave a f+ck about none of you f+ckers, ah
love my f+cking brothers, love my f+cking brothers
[verse 2: ason $hade]
i’m hitting troopers with these blasters
kings and these masters
gas in the whip, at the servo with the rastas
it’s disastrous, went too fast then we parked it
f+ck this, i lit the beug and sparked it, lit the spliff and passed it
arson with the backwoods. back in the woods
i’m chopping trees for my casket, fast and i’m furious
my past is abuse, on this path of these lunatics
bruises always big like kahunas is, i’m drinking till i’m spewing p+ss
and p+ssing in your mouth while i’m hanging from the crucifix
ever since a youngin i been hanging in the shadows
deep in the gallows when i’m hanging like the fam, hanging from the fan
if you find me dead, suicide was not the plan
blame it on the government, they didn’t like the facts i’m uncovering
the files that i’m rummaging
survive the flight, my head spins like the rutter swing
you p+ssy motherf+ckers suck at rushing, you pucker up in the cover
like his mummy still tucking him in
little c+nt, no smoke, no ciggy i’m just tucking my spin
f+ck your mums in the duct, then i ducked, did the hakka and grinned
outta luck little sucka, we just busted ya chin
[verse 3: mattox]
[verse 4: chronic]
[verse 5: vampyr]
yo it’s vamp, om od
fresh up on this perth streets, b+tches tryna know me
but the window is closing, 2024 is the year, boutta book a tour
f+ck this rap sh+t, i make beats
tryna see fans at meets but it’s always rap beef
i don’t really give a f+ck, tryna f+ck with us you outta luck
beat yo head in the pavement, put yo spine out of placement
it’s amazing, how we leave you craving
more beats, more raps, more tracks and all that
we got that boom bap, make ya baptised
now ya realise, hold up
[verse 6: brat]
riding in my cooled down ’96 camry
kick it old school, boom bap bass hammering
got the juice like capri, wheel turns, caprice
get the waze on the map so the jacks never catch me
freeze when the speed trap captures the scene
but their shutters always shut off to my chronic need for speed
mutter f+ck you mother f+ckers growing on me like my weed
19 living like i’m 90 in 90s on this beat
on my feet are the old school vans
with a black accent from the accent brand
spray paint can that i dropped on my man, vans on a mission
unplanned tag but i understood the mission
i’m the king and the queen so i get to check you bishops
when you p+ssies talk your sh+t from a k, smell the fish lips
wishing for my downfall but at least i made your wish list
eat a snickers cause you act like there’s a twist up in your knickers aye
nah brat don’t play
no way josè, no hoes aye
they too nosey, this throwaway is a cold play
pompei, ash rain when i spit with the brat flame
next hot heir to the throne still rising
surprising how i own it and i still don’t copy writing
pricing music pieces in two years of piecing my suffices
advising self advice at night keep hiding in my visors
[verse 7: red haze]
i say uh
one for treble and uh, two for the bass
tryna get my voice out there before it’s too late
ride round the 6110 on my bike with a useless chain
it’s like i’m wearing a white shirt with an unwashable stain
all you lil new n+ggas can’t keep up with the haze coz i’m like breathe carolina
screaming “i don’t give a f+ck” all the way
they say i’m original but they ain’t wrong, what can i say?
i cannot lie, i wanna try
can’t let this all down, i’m tryna reach my goal
it’s what i’ve been told talent is what you control
i ain’t wasting it time to face it, time to make
tryna make the most of it, i know all the rules and i ain’t tryna break it
tryna make my rhymes stay fit, after this i’m finna get faded
haha, sh+t
just showing what i’ve got, tryna make it in the lot
i’m tryna be next up it’s just a thought, talent’s what i’ve brought
swim through waves that crash the shore
listening to mudvayne, death blooms + the score
they want some more? imma give it my all
tryna make the call, i ain’t gonna fall
i’m standing tall, see me at the end of the hall
get ready to brawl it’s a the greasers vs the soc’s
that’s all f+ck it, we ball
[verse 8: jay]
aye sus it, yeah
now what the f+ck is up, it’ om two hundred up
suck it up as we run amok
now we hopping on stages and love the rush
document it myself ’cause no one’s gonna cover us
kick for goals how dustin does
cause you know, ash to ash, dust to dust
and so jay, spit that gas, the mustard stuff
this the pure raw talent, man f+ck the luck
mic check one two can you hear me?
peep your earpiece, i need it loud and clearly
motto stays if you don’t f+ck with me, fear me
make a dummy take a step like nate cleary
jay stay eery so vacate y’hear me
couldn’t say i ever missed a fake mate dearly
no play i just need the pay pay really
and you can tell i keep that grade a near me
thought i’d go braggadocio to try to fake my own ego
go heave ho, pulling at strings to flow, no pinocchio
off my path, i’m both psycho and socio
it’s cozy tho, they tell me imma blow, i’m like “bro we know”
notice one trick pony shows, i’m like “step back”
you’re empty sh+lls of men, i’m hard boiled leaving heads cracked
flex rap, yeah i’m repping the set lad
they hated me before now i’m the one who doesn’t text back
lift ya vest, all you clowns are fronting
i’m sick to death with the pen, coming down with something
and i’m, happy or gladly torn between sh+ggy
and a threat to mankind cause i’m socking c+nts like barry haul
dress casual, jay spelt with the capitals
i’m radical b+tch, a savage animal to the maximal
yeah i’ma joker, titan’s the way i had a fool
i’m either supernatural or just a super natural
foot on my pedal, hand on the mic
lock c+nts behind closed doors, jamming it tight
expand the band, scamming the grams that i write for fans overnight
i plan to get right, i wrote that and thought d+mn’s that light
fight or flight, try as i might i decided to hide
i grew a pair now i’m straight swinging like iron mike
fire right? they like how i ignite while others buy and bite
but i’m the type to light you up so bright that stoners would get, high as a kite
back on my bullsh+t
the principle of the matter’s i had to straight school kids
who claim they pack full clips, let tools rip
like do you have cool sh+t? c+nt you still drool d+ck cause you suck
and jaydie born for the bars
half full or half empty? brother f+ck it just pour the glass
i’m living life to the fullest, ignore the past
when i scribble the pen, the power takes over like majora’s mask
then it’s over for c+nts, saliva spray heat
the beast unleashed, i ain’t lying, you can’t tame me
you’re miserable, pitiful, slow bars sloppy
geeks are digital, i’m physical with no hard copy
you can’t stop me
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