Spit Syndicate - Power

[Intro: Jimmy Nice]
Oh yeah
What up, Illy Al? What up, 60?
It's my turn, man
It's my turn

[Verse 1: Jimmy Nice]
I'm livin' in a 40 level terrace that towers out of the heavens
I'ma pull out a rock from my bag made from Hessian
Try to knock at my windows [?]
Make it rain [?] everywhere we steppin', a'ight
They call me Jimmy Dean or James Flames, it's all the same
Hayne or Federer: ain't no one better in the game
Got a bird's-eye view, meanin' hella good aim
A voicemail records whenever y'all prayin'
I'm a triple six in the sky, I'm fuckin' unpredictable (Hey)
Sunshine in the summer, I'm fuckin' up that ritual (All right)
Try to send me to Satan for playin' cards, skippin' school
Kept one up my sleeve and tripped you fools
I'm a joker, formulatin' my set, I forget
Where my ball went [?] (Shit)
Get us some petty, I think we gonna hit red
Six eggs left to throw at my racing bed
Got the real James Dean to chauffeur me there instead
Wouldn't be half bad if [?] half dead
This my halfway home, half white, half red
Ask Fred who bedrock it the hardest in the bed ([?])
He gon' tell you my name, Betty say Lu
If he tell me your name we gon' say, "Who?"
Horrorshow and Joyride make up the crew
And we been puttin' in work, check the résumé, dude
2002, we recorded through computer mics
Seven rappers in one take, make sure you do it right
[?] to droppin' a cameo for [?]
Then we dropped The Future’s Bright [?] the Light
Call me cocky, but I can do this with my eyes shut
Mouth shut when talkin' to cops, put five up
School teacher told me that "There's no I in team"
In turn I'm tellin' him my team run the I-Dub
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, lyrically put the chalk around ya
I'm tired of bein' short-changed like a water fountain
Maybe that's karma for all the times that I stole from 'em
See gold, got a hold like Gollum
[Interlude: Nick Lupi]
Uh
Yeah
A-Diddy, loop that up for me, man, if you would be so kind

[Verse 2: Nick Lupi]
Turn up the speakers, I still
Got instrumentals playin' in my inner monologue (Still)
I'm in a zone once I get the lyrics poppin' off
Furniture movin' and lights flickin' on and off
Paranormal shit when we in your city rockin' spots
One Day is the clique, Spit, Horrorsquad
Joyride 'bout to shut 'em down, just give 'em what you got
I sleep when I'm dead, let's get a bottle, boss
Way too much pussy to be tamed to be noddin' off
And, yo, I'm wide awake, in a state, higher place
Kush in the air, I'm in an elevated mind state
Hold up, let me just find my place
Let me take it back for a sec, yeah, let's rewind the tape (Uh)
Rockin' shows in high school, yeah, I had a fake ID
Faded every weekend, still I aced the HSC (98)
There were no girls back then, was mainly me
But now the girls at our shows look like they from a agency
Like Priscilla's, I ain't talkin' 'bout a desert queen (Uh-uh)
I'm talkin' 'bout some dime pieces in the mezzanine (Oh yeah)
And she lookin' damn fine in them denim jeans (Uh, uh)
West Coast, evergreen, twisted like some fettuccine
We in Perth, we rock a show, we hit the strippers (Uh)
They lookin' at us like, "These cunts ain't gonna tip us"
The country girls ask me, "Nick, do you have a missus?"
I said, "Even if I did would it really make a difference?"
Ou, she do it vicious, damn, I need a witness
We get a bit of hate but it's mostly well wishers
Mostly well fit bitches
I'm tryna put some ticks on my wish list, gourmet shit on my dishes
[Outro: Nick Lupi]
Yeah, we back up in this
[?] got the weed and [?] got the [?]
[?] this that One Dayer's business
We back up in this
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