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The Sylla Squad

This song is by Drapht and appears on the album Who Am I (2005).

Drapht:

Check
As soon as I've animated the track contaminated the listener
Mister De Rapht the man that painted the picture
Spit your crip your coses, split the roads and
Quick to throw a hit if you stick your nose in
Like dicks I'm chosen to unload and bring life
Into a world that's turning into hell by night
Cellulite to the darkness like oprah's backside
But sticking it to 'em harder than ron jeremy's chapside
Capsize your vessel you're wrestling with the great white
Rock a sharper set than danos direct steak knives
Take life for granted and you're branded for slaughter
Take flight but landed in her water
I'm borderline but brought up with nothing
But toughen up to never be caught up in anything
That's gonna be falling short of
My vision of how I'm gonna be living my life
Better make the right decision is never given it twice

Mortar:

You can't flex
Or even step to this kid
But I seize ya like an epileptic fit
Cats caught amnesia
Forgetting that mortar stepping
On stages like Nicholas cage
Brandishing the weapon
We could face off or I could rip your face off
And spit shards of steel while your bitch kneels and tastes cock
Make of it what you want
I take what I will
Drop lyrics like acid
Here's a jagged little pill
That's hard to swallow
Tough act too
Drown out your whole crew like the day after tomorrow
Ice age flows
I change weather patterns
Re-arrange the structure of the earths crust
Shatter atoms
Smack you back to the dark ages with one verse
Snap your head back like a car crash with one word
Shit verbally
You whack try hards and Richard geres gerbil
I mean your act died in the ass

Tomahawk:

Unleash my anger in the form of a script
I paint a picture with words and emerge the victor
In a gladiator forum
Picture which you rip to bits before you tabulate the warning
Ill force-feed you humble pie
And wash it down with a cool glass of sour grape juice
You wanna rumble try
It seems I've developed an appetite to devour fake crews
Make no excuses or question how we work
Clandestien drops and you react like a knee-jerk
I get it cracking like guy forks right
Step to the mic and watch the stage lights blacken
Witnessing only swift flashes of chrome
And glare of eyes
Verses to make the hair on the back of your neck rise and stand up
At attention now mention
Deststien new banter

Graphic:

Prey
And hell follows with him
Who'd you expect, Robbie Williams
Nah cunt let me entertain you
Guarantee nothing but a totally insane view
Back with the main crew who hate you
The last syllabolik says who now say you
Make me ill
I take a sniff of a chopped proton pill
And go for some overkill
When I puke nukes
Spewing
If you realise the power of local shit
Till you're blowing it out or proportion like a bloated bitch
TV views, hate them more than before
All you act like you're zombies and board your doors
Brains, brains
Did I say its insane?
Jump on the bandwagon like Michael Jackson
To make a change and heal the world
Sue him for a fraction
He's a child molester
Fuck you TV boys
Fuck it
It's the end of my lecture
Get out

MJ:

Yeah, yeah
You step back
As I enter the track
And the spot's so exact
Its as if I'm attached
Locked and latched
Words be the perfect match
Ain't just trashed
You'll unscratch
And I got the type of flow to leave you satched
To catch a glimpse of my blueprints and get the hints
Came through the door in ninety four been rapping ever since
Who got the nerve to even step to this here crew
You sweat when we're near you
And left with severe bruise
Appear through transparent fake MC
Verbal jabs with the head will make 'em weak at the knees
And then they'll buckle like a can in the fire
You're still stuck at the knuckle better plan to retire
We on a standard that's high
Take you to another level on stairways
Potent shit we're tokin bound to clog up your airways
Fair to say
We ain't the type to fuck around
When its time to get down
You know who'll bring the real sound

Hunter:

Synchronise
Burn turns truth to lies
The crow flies straight in the syllabolik skies
I'm a ??? to aussie hip hop beats
Get battered like shark flesh at the fish and chip shop
The rip off
We serve your type here
Not with beer but a burning and a swift kick to the rear
Show no fear
Show no mercy at shows
Since the rhymes of the nursery I've been ripping the dope flows
Hope grows
But is soon dies off
Cause like a pie in the microwave you're too fucking soft
I Stand aloft
And me dropping my burden
Is something you'll never see like Ian paisley in a turban
I'm wording crews up
Herding yous up
And yous get chewed up like a pokie does to your two bucks
Some crews jump
And any rapper talking shit
Will drown in the rivers of the words I spit

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