Collaboration from Perth MC 'Alta' and Melbourne MC 'Alex Jones' (Formerly known as Dr Flea). The visual is used for purely promotional purposes and I have no ownership of it.
Lyrics:
Verse 1:
(Alta)
Curtain the name nah, this is who I've been,
This is who I am and this is who I'll be,
Yearning nature, churning papers, burning vapors, confirming chambers, learning greater,
Turning later, concerning strangers, murder fakers, earning danger, it's disturbing behavior,
Return to hate huh, cause kind never worked out,
And what's it worth now, I'm averting the sane uh,
Lurking baked waa, and burping smoke clouds,
That form the first of Ali knocking my foes down,
As I bent over I've got to get let down,
To ash my spliff on ya head, and watch it go down,
Woah now, I'm swerving in a profound state,
Mind work in new found ways, I surf on huge sound waves,
The movement is created by this amplitude,
You know I'm yet to crash cause this Band R Kootz.
Chorus (x2)
We're getting high numbers of times like Apollo,
Feel nothing inside, we've become so hollow,
Not thinking about consequences of tomorrow,
Best to turn off the song if you don't follow.
Verse 2:
(Alex Jones)
Take some real advice, go on bin ya rhymes,
It's 2013 bro, get rid of times,
Enough of that bullshit, looking like a schoolkid,
Waiting in line for ya props like gimme mine,
Sonny, you must be buggered or dusted,
But trust you mother fuckers are nothing but rubbish I'm dumping,
Plus you mother fuckers are junk on a junk,
Whole album of utter nothingness and nothing of substance,
Fuck em, let me break it down,
I'm like a bank I don't giving interest to fake accounts,
Talking like you've made it now,
But your name doesn't hold enough weight to keep the damn paper down,
With that dated sound, so make us proud,
Go on ya Youtube, click your video and take it down,
You lie in your raps with that weak sound,
You're sweat brown and nobody got time for that,
See I'm trying to break them all with my mind intact
And aim for my goals like Simon blat,
But wasted in the cold is where you'll find me at,
If you ain't got your own back, you're a spineless rat,
Nike kicks on my feet just to keep it check,
So I walk the streets with some feet to step,
And keeping talking on beats to relieve the stress,
They say talk is cheap, not if what you speak is sense.
Chorus:
We're getting high numbers of times like Apollo,
Feel nothing inside, we've become so hollow,
Not thinking about consequences of tomorrow,
Best to turn off the song if you don't follow.
(2012) Alta & Alex Jones (Dr Flea) - Apollo Visual Promo 1600 dolares a pesos argentinos | |
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