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sykotik fm - the coastal line lyrics

[verse 1: nico pain]

yo
it’s nico to the pain
f+ckin spittin’ again
i haven’t run off course, yeah
i stay in my own f+ckin’ lane
you f+ckers thought i was done yeah
thought i was dead
still spitting on these tracks with a ginger
like a feature from ed

been gone for a while
but i’m back for more, you wh0re
i need to f+ckin’ track you down
i’ll go door to door
cause i might have been gone
but i’ve seen the reviews
there’s too many negative opinions
and sh+t points of view

too many of these man getting rude
yeah, too big for their boots
they wanna see sykotik fall
yeah they wanna see us lose
i think i’ve got a couple screws
up in my head loose
yeah you don’t get no break or rest
in this war, it’s true, no truce
i’m taking time to focus on the tunes
you loons
look at it this way
we dropped two albums just this june

i can’t tell if the message is getting through to you
i’ll chew you up and spit you out like some sort of foreign food
everybody around thinks you’re a f+cking fool
you’re dissing sykotik when you know sykotik’s always ruled
you’re a f+cking child, a baby, yeah wipe your drool
yeah, clash us and get mashed up in the toilet like hardened stool
remember when i told you to get back to f+cking school
i wasn’t joking blud, i wasn’t f+cking joking at all

you sat on your +rs+ for three months straight
giving it all this and all that
f+cking h+ll mate, you’re bait
i’ll give you all this and all that
and i’ll give it to you f+cking straight
i’ll cook for your family and jizz on their f+cking dinner plate
i’ll make your auntie and uncle and grandad f+cking seperate
that’ll make you family say great, just f+cking great

divorcing your relatives with lyrical madness, yeah
that’s a spell you only learn with mc badness, yeah
suck your mum you’re coming with your stupid cold shivery
you ain’t coming to my house like no pizza delivery
still i’m acting polite yeah, keeping up the chivalry
apart from that time that your mother still lived with me, haha
allow that though
you all know we’re calm, yeah we’re calm
growing more and more fans like i’m some sort of wind farm
we out here f+cking repping from the eastern coastal line
i’ll leave you on delivered like successful postal time
f+cking burning up zoots like i left the toaster on nine
i don’t get why these little pr+cks are so mad that i chose to rhyme
i might do a diss, yeah i might just do a roast this time
you know that i work, like a f+cking clock that shows the time
i keep my friends the closest, and they know that i’m
the realest f+cking mc, yeah i chose the grime

so f+ck you all saying that nico pain ain’t on it
your mothers a b+tch, yeah, she’s a dog like gromit
i’ll sing you another rhyme yeah, i’ll sing you a f+cking sonnet
i think we need mc airbag to hop back on it

[verse 2: mc airbag]

i’m here, by the way
just waiting for it to drop, so i can start the verse for real
yea

until the roof come off and the lights go out
heard your girl called ruth has lice and gout
down at everett park water fishing for trout
like banksy, artistic when i get a mic and shout
i stab up a man on the bus to norwich
my flow ain’t to hot or cold like a bear with porridge
i got robbed but you know that i can forage
on that neolithic sh+t like henry, horrid
haters tryna start a war good job i got a rifle
they think their fly but they’re not creative they’re survival
get man in a jam he creams like trifle
weirdos like him won’t let our success stifle
me and your mum bond like quantum of solace
putting it in backwards like gromit and wallace
i make dollars
from the shows we’re performing
promote them door to door like the church of mormon
like american cults i got scientific topology
on stage with the stars like signs from astrology
sometimes it seems i only rap about s+x and weed
the spliff and s+m+n man
can rap for hours but only sing for a moment
aerosmith and eminem
referential to the greats but better than them
song sales up and down like the letter m
people don’t diss sykotik we aren’t letting em
we make peace, november eleven them
the great war, your dad’s a great wh0re
like a twenty hour flight i’m sitting and getting bored
tired of spitting in the chair in the studio
pass it to nico he’ll k!ll the beat and you all know
[verse 3: nico pain]

sh+t was hard as f+ck
alright let’s go

yo, you think you lot are so f+cking hard yeah
f+cking pull up to the yard yeah
yo, you ain’t even f+cking hard yeah
i’d like to see you pull up to the f+cking yard yeah
bring your girls, bring your boys yeah
don’t give a sh+t yeah
f+ck you!
bring your girls, bring your toys, yeah!
f+ck you!
we got more toys than you we got more boys than you
we got all this sh+t, yeah!
f+ck you!

[verse 4: nico pain]

never been in the hood with no strap yeah
keep the beans with the chat [?] when i rap yeah
9mm in my waist yeah
bang you in your face yeah
you’ll get f+cked up and disappear without a trace, yeah
watching over your house like i’m tracer
arcade classical like a racer
see my enemies and i say good day, sir
got the hardest flow around
got the hardest flow in town
your girl is a council estate mum in a f+cking dressing gown
wait just a moment this crowns getting f+cking heavy
still i’d like to see someone else trr and hold it for me
i have incredible connections like it’s 4g
better yet i’m still repping the signal on my phone that’s 5g
five g’s the amount i got from our album last week
spent all the rest on blacking out five jeeps, yeah
i keep the classical parts, i ain’t talking like mob deep
i mean the sort of sh+t on the charts that always f+cking peaks
all the people that chat to me are little f+cking freaks
that’s why i call them out at the start of our f+cking beats
my mother and father reckon my lyrics are f+cking neat
my peers say that all my instrumentals are elite
i always f+cking keep the f+cking instrumentals menstrual
cause you know if you bad us up i’ll make you f+cking bleed

[guitar solo]

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