(No Ratings Yet)Classic Sinners on a catchy Krate Krusaders beat.
VERSE 1:
DR. SYNTAX
- Whenever I get live and die: wreck!
- Heating up the spot, but won’t crack like I’m Py-rex,
- I’m in control, I’m taking over like I’m Sky-net,
- Your whole show’s not even fucking with my lines, yet.
- I’ll make it happen for myself,
- Shouts to everyone else,
- We raising hell since rappers stole the albums on 12,
- Double LPs flying off the shelves,
- Nowadays I’m still here,
- Just tightened up my belt,
- I’m not an Emo rapper crying out for help,
- My philosophy: “Shit’ll happen!” Light another L,
- A lot of Britons mad, riled up as hell,
- I’m sort of a magician,
- Pacify them with a spell,
- Channel your aggression,
- Reject the depression,
- Hit the ballot box,
- Show Cameron your resentment,
- They cut public funds off the back of the recession,
- But I bet they’re still living the ambassador’s reception.
- Nah fuck it though!
- Hard times, they’ll come and go,
- But when I’m dead and buried,
- There’s a legacy of something dope,
- Stuff I wrote, some love and some don’t,
- Like or love or loath,
- Still I’m more consistent than stubble growth,
CHORUS:
1:11
- Doc Sinners’ on the rise right now,
- Pole position eyes on the prize right now,
- Newcomers wanna get their style tight now,
- It’s the walkthrough, listen and you might find out.
- X2
VERSE 2:
- From a juvenile to a geriatric,
- Ask anyone from any demographic,
- They’ll tell you that I smashed it,
- And when I pen a classic,
- You bet I let them have it,
- I always set the standard,
- It’s already well-established,
- Hard core like I rock a full-metal jacket,
- And start every set doing Penn & Teller magic,
- I won’t stop till I’m getting cash quicker than a Mafia protection racket,
- And I’m never brassic,
- Still I’m feeling like a rich man,
- I rip jams,
- Call me when you’re about to get started like the Big Bang,
- One man show equivalent to big bands,
- Slow hand clap the ??,
- Can we give the kids a big hand?
- Mock round of applause,
- Without an ounce of remorse,
- Reject with powerful force,
- Instead of shouting thoughts,
- Think ?? out with support
- Oh wow! You got balls,
- Must have been selling out your thoughts,
- Or it’s the powder you snort.
- I’ve been doing this a long time,
- Putting in the long grind,
- One setting: on high,
- Never clocking stop signs,
- No pop hype,
- 9 to 5 job type,
- Difference is I rock mics like I’m godlike.
CHORUS:
2:20
- Doc Sinners’ on the rise right now,
- Pole position eyes on the prize right now,
- Newcomers wanna get their style tight now,
- It’s the walkthrough, listen and you might find out.
- X2
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