Here we go again... Ride with direction... This is the quickening... Untouchable. Un-untouchable. Hip hop, no doubt.
I rap to build though, I rap to ruin Back up chump, fucking watch what you're doin' Fuck up the party before it even started.
Yeah, with a pair of rapper lungs, and a tongue That'll have them on the run, like it had a gun and a handful of puns. And we bad, but they're not the ones in the bag Now we mad, we not big in Japan. If I was, then I wouldn't have a man at my house. Looking for the fucking man of the house. Saying "Mr Baker, you're late for paper" Let me stop ya, the name's Sesta. I'll put it next to bond. You been Dancing to 80s like Jason. I mean Donavan. Whatever drug he's on. You've got a tolerance so you took a lot of them. Threw you off the ground, about a centimetre hoverin' First world problems, I've got a lot of them Flying's a misery, slack twitter followin' Clesh gotta drive one, Hon's get the goblin' T on the Valium, tryin' to get him off of them.
Chorus Quick! In a van, I'm across the land Can't stop, it's a problem, I got it bad. It's the quickening. (Ride with direction) This is the quickening.
Quick! Off the plane, right on the stage Wrote a game of bullshit, but we're on the way It's the quickening (Untouchable... Back up chump) This is the quickening.
I like my symphonies bitter-sweet, my rap music obscene Rank type mis-hosted on my twitter feed. Got to be kidding me, you're killing my scene They're making rap tracks fat, at least I'm kicking the beat. Yo, they no competition, not even my genre. Made that decision when they popped that collar Oars and Large pro, wage war like Gestapo Mother fucker, sixteen bar mode. Armed with an open bar and pack of marlborough. Four day bender on the road, through at last so Walked the hard road parmo style Old man, leaky eyed at the bar don't smile But the crowd go wild when we rock the show. Twice 'round the country for not much dough. That's why the Hon stays poor but happy as fuck. At the front of Centerlink with my charity cup, come on!
Chorus Quick! In a van, I'm across the land Can't stop, it's a problem, I got it bad. It's the quickening. (Ride with direction) This is the quickening.
Quick! Off the plane, right on the stage Wrote a game of bullshit, but we're on the way It's the quickening (Untouchable... Back up chump) This is the quickening.
I don't, fuck with shoes, yeah the hair is whack And I don't even care if it match, all I wear is black I'm on the road doing the show, an going to bed You got The Secret on DVD and hope for the best. Psh. Feel, we ain't makin' a mill', tryin' to get my burger upsized, make it a meal And move from there, round town we the baddest. Gone away in the states, call him piece of garbage Roll through the breath'o (that was exciting) Hmm, you're not gonna fuck with the fact we're still driving? Fact of life when you rap on a beat Gotta pay deaf taxes and management fees. Got a plan for the man from the netherlands. Gatekeeper of the beat, cancel all the wedding plans I'm taking a trip, (I'm strippin' off), I'm taking a dip But when he commin' out there's someone there, taking a *sniff*
Chorus Quick! In a van, I'm across the land Can't stop, it's a problem, I got it bad. It's the quickening. (Ride with direction) This is the quickening.
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