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trem one – vet clinic lyrics

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[intro: trem one, lazy grey, trem one & lazy grey]
ayy, yo, laze (what up, trem?)
we been reppin’ our corners for like twenty years or somethin’ (yeah, true, true)
and we ain’t come together on a track yet, y’know what i’m sayin’? (we’re gonna murk this right here)
it’s about time we joined forces (the gods connect)
serve it up to these pups and kittens (lash out, motherf+ckers)
f+ck all these suckers, man (let’s rep this right)
gonna take them out this time (yes indeed)
yeah, and turn that sh+t up!

[verse 1: trem one]
i’m pullin’ no punches, man, my flow crunches jawbones (yeah, crr)
you’re just a b+tch with too many male hormones (d+mn)
[?] and all mics are under siege
treacherous mc without the f+ckin’ dungarees
bludgeon weak mcs till they’re cryin’ for help
none come better than trem, when i’m applyin’ myself
rhyming’s a wealth that i bathe in, my haven of rap
saps and drains brains dry till heads cave in
it’s plain sailin’ as mics get torn up
[?] and ripped and covered in spit like a p+rn sl+t
braced to taste a faceful
this stage full of you and your boys are even too toy for playschool
we rap gods, you just lapdogs and yes+men (uh+huh)
combatant squads couldn’t stack odds against trem
attractin’ beef in droves, just raw slaughter ’em
applaudin’ ’em, regarded in this rap game as an ornament
press record and it’s a certified classic
burnin’ rhymes savvy, this murder rhyme addict
who’s earned his stripes savagin’ mics for twenty years plus
is endin’ rapper’s careers in ruptured tear ducts
this sh+t is clear cut, i’m feared but respected
revered but [?] styles, next to near enough perfected
[?] any name, you votin’ goat status
known for boast raps, but i got themes for those that both matters
cloak and daggers, smoke and mirrors
bogus rappers actin’ like they totin’ k!llers
that ain’t as bad though as these hipster f+ggots posin’ with them
tight clothes, coloured like they should be owned by women, i’m sickin’
[verse 2: lazy grey]
stop, you didn’t, that’s bullsh+t, we don’t know you
so why you actin’ like a dong when you lay down your vocals?
your name was mentioned in a magazine and now you’re global
we bring that ketamine to the scene [?]
with a hand full of hopefuls, the rest are [?] fiends (uh)
dyin’ in your sleep like grant mclennan from the go+betweens (check)
comin’ clean, the sun rises in the east
and if you’re chasin’ dollar signs, you’re chasin’ poker dreams
total destruction, antisocial, any means
braggadocios and boastful like a vet marine
[?] hate the scene [?] fanfare
that ain’t the limit, [?] sucker, pay your cab fare (nah, nah)
and then you back to square one, son, you ain’t a rapper
you’re just gases that happen to be trapped in matter
attack the grammar, our speeches make the speakers shatter (yes)
with that real acca dacca in you cd stacker (uh)
[?]
’cause we about to bring the drama like it’s north korea
what brought you here, was it your peers with the contraband?
or was it diggin’ in the crates, so make you understand (make you understand)
and while you standin’ on your soapbox of family trees (yeah)
forgot that ufo flow that hovers overseas
they said there’s nothin’ left, frontin’ on the gods connect
decapitate the rap, swingin’ like a sword to neck (check)
this for the masters, apprentices and then to crews (uh)
forget your enemies, just think of what your friends will do
it’s blackmail with a car bomb and your kids up in it
f+ck that, son, we k!llin’ dogs like vet clinics (“yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”)
[chorus]
“you hear that dope, that work that we’re puttin’ in?”
“you can tell we predecessors to them veterans”
“i blow flames like a serial arsonist” (“real”)
“we do some bangers that never been heard”
“do you hear that grit, that grime we be comin’ with?” (“[?]”)
“you can tell we predecessors to them veterans”
“when the mic touch the wrist”
“i blow flames like a serial arsonist”
“this is what the game’s been missin'”
“lyrical sk!lls, dope beats, the tradition”
“death on arrival, status, no survival”
“challenge the wits till your brain get split”

[outro]
“veterans”
“veterans”
“yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”
“veterans”
“veterans”
“yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”
“veterans”



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