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In The Shadows – Vents
Da da-da f**k’em all f**k’em all
Uh so you nice with the pen man
Oh you’re with them man
Well you paint pretty picture
But it ain’t a f**king Rembrandt
Pull in your head man this bedlam’s too raw and
This year we’re bringing
Out Vents like new jordans
So get supporting or get the f**k out and
Head to the pavilion like I was Billy Bowden
Man l’ve killed a thousand emcee’s careers
Yeah but I could see clear
Visions of body bags appear
You paranoid you fear from Bakar Bashir
You fear from the Qur’an osama
Lslamabad drama
Pakistan iraq and bulletproof armour
Shark or piranha type bastards bite
To leave Jeffery dahmer apartment type aftermath
Laugh at the devil from the Hilltop
Revolution for real when my sh*t drop
They’re scared of everything joe
They’re sweating wetting the bed sheets
But I ain’t sweating it though
Like Rakim’s techniques
Like lead sheets laid on depleted uranium
I’m trying to shield the listener
From elitist Australians
Yeah kicking your back door down
Like Shaq ripping a backboard down on Dee Brown
Take your rebound flip it around and slam dunk
So take that f**k that Payback
The first in command remain fat
I’m so defiant man I’m slamming like Kobe Bryant
On top blonde I’m a beast to these Sony giants
I’m a threat to Warner I’m a vet’to BMG
It’s world war three Vents one strapped with TNT
Original funk from the doctor
Weknock the stocks off your VK
Razor sharp torture your DJ
You resort to replay what the f**k was that
Vents suf back once again must attack
In the shadows
Casting shadows over tomorrow
In the shadows
Casting shadows over tomorrow
In the shadows
Sting shadows over tomorrow
In the shadows
Sting shadows over tomorrow
Check it out
Yeah it’s the return of the rebel of rhyme
Peril define attempts to take mine
We regenerate in the daytime
Feast on the remains of grape vines
Straight canine
Skdeways f**king pigs at the same time
So feel the wrath of the menace
We gunpoint kidnap chemists
Corrupt youth the premise
Concoct a compound that sound lethal
Backyard lab to medicate the people
Generate the evil immaculate rhyme
I got skills got strength like your dad
When you’re nine
But you’re only as strong
As the DJ that backs you
With your crew it’s like
Is your DJ man or a statue
While my DJ can scratch mix
Produce and can rap too
He cuts a verse like the scar in a tattoo
Or book of Mathew and grabs you
Rolls up like rubbing tobacco bro
We come from the shadows it goes
In the shadows
Casting shadows over tomorrow
In the shadows
Sting shadows over tomorrow
In the shadows
Sting shadows over tomorrow
In the shadows
Sting shadows over tomorrow
In the shadows
Sting shadows over tomorrow
In the shadows
Sting shadows over tomorrow
