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split prophets - comparisons lyrics

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(verse 1 – res one)
alright, let’s get it started then
i’m a marker to your parker pen
a big stinky teenth to your half a ten
a breeze to your market tent
a yard to your park and bench
big bars to your garden fence
i’m a spark, you’re drenched

(verse 2 – datkid)

let’s get it straight
i’m a bentley to your rusty ford
you’re nothing more than a flick knife to my mucky sword
it’s like a little garden gate up to some double doors
or a dumb drunken scuffle when there’s a f-cking war

(verse 3 – res one)

we’re like k2 and everest to c-cup bras
beirut to devonshire, a ki to a bar
when you’re weak with your speech
i spit teeth from the start
you’re a little b-tch fish
in deep with the sharks

(verse 4 – datkid)
we’re sunrays in the dark
a big field of dreams
you’re a blade of the gr-ss
trying to aim at the stars
but you couldn’t find the way if i made you a path
i’m a flame to your sparks
you’re a vein, i’m a heart

(chorus x2 – res one & datkid)

it’s just comparisons not battling or arrogance
but you ain’t challengers, you’re amateurs
we’re deep in the streets dodging pcs and cameras
we eat beats; you need heat to battle us
i speed speech these weak feeble characters

(verse 5 – datkid)

so who the f-ck you starting with?
i’m mr miyagi to you karate kids
a thousand million miles to this half an inch
dark eclipse over your little village
steamrolling your clique in minutes
you’re barely beginning after we’ve hit the finish

(verse 6 – res one)

we’re like c4; you’re like a bag of matches on the sea floor
dropping heavy rhymes to leave you flying from the seesaw
and not because we eat more
my rhymes stay fresh and healthy
you’re like a baghead trying to rap about getting wealthy

(verse 7 – datkid)

we’re like paedophiles on steroids to you 3 year olds
you’re a sleazy old silver ring; i’m a ki of gold
i stay fresher while you go green and mould
you’ll get beat to pulp
watch a tiger fight a kitty cat and eat it whole

(verse 8 – res one)

you’re like the pavement to my dutty kicks
a razor to a bucky
i’m chuckie to all you hating kids
your statements ain’t the same as this
we’re made for it
while you waste your days away trying to make a take of it
my cadence makes a s-d-st switch

(chorus x2)

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