Greeley - Rappertag #11 | Season 2 by Greeley Lyrics

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Greeley - Rappertag #11 | Season 2”

• Produced: Insideus
• Video Editor: Edak, Stretch One
• Video Cinematographer: Stretch One, Edak
• Recording Engineer: Lachy Hamill
• Mastering Engineer: Lachy Hamill
• Mixing Engineer: Lachy Hamill
• Release Date: September 25, 2021

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[Intro]

Shoutouts to Dunners for the tag. THC. Let's go

[Verse]

I'm from the
Land of the lost but I'm back on my forgotten rock
Toss 'em the keys to the kingdom because I got it locked
Insideus'll build the type of fire that's got 'em noddin' off
It's like he chucked a couple of molotovs in a poppy crop
I start the day with a fat spliff and a coffee pot
And put in work, I wasn't rostered for sloppy jobs
These cocky flops will piss their pants at how I drag the scheme
And I just watch and laugh while their mother's washin' their soggy jocks
Fuck a cat, ya crews nothin' but copydogs
That dribble shit till their potties cloggin' from rotten slop
I've never stopped or then copped a floggin' from sorry sods
Just teach 'em lessons, so tell 'em that I'm blessin' their cotton socks
The cream of the crop, not bothered with the common stock
I bend time and I got it stoppin' ya body-clock
I'm sick of gromits sobbin' they're not gettin' what they want
It's like their doctor shoppin' for oxycotton at bottle shops
Don't get me wrong, I love this shit, but still I've got a lot
Of anger till I'm gettin' the collywobbles and vomit lots
The politics are just chocka block of the poppycock
I'm not a goat, more a toad that mollycoddled the pollywogs
Don't need a grotty shmock to go and throw up glossy font
Just know that I'm a Aussie don, an icon like the Gobbledok
I'm gettin' back to my roots, I'll come bomb the spot
On some hardcore classic shit, shouts to Tommy Rock
I'm nearly loggin' off..
'Cause we got rappers reactin' to reactions of rappers like this shit was Gogglebox
I will mozzie swat 'em all until they stop the lot
And drop a verse that'll have Chazza spazzin', yellin' "Oh my God!"
'Cause I'm the nonchalant confidant, only thing
These babies wrap is themselves up in some fuckin' swaddle coth
The shit floats to the top and I'm a solid rock
I'll wafflestomp 'em down the drain and then I tell 'em, "Mazaltov"
'Cause I'm not off my chops, just munch a lot of chops
I see ya bodies throbbin' from poppin' frothies and molly drops
Need to go back to Nonnas, finish ya stroganoff
I'm cookin' up so much that I've forgotten what the topic was
Will he change his scheme? Um, probably not
Flow is swingin' back and forth, it's got you in hypnotic shock
Don't need a lighter to be poppin' off ya bottle top
They wanna mix their life with ice, but I don't like it on the rocks
They need to knock it off, they need to hurry up
And finish cuttin' back, but now it's lookin' like their nozzle's blocked
Need to give up the front and shut the dollar shop
They need to go get back to their bike and roll the throttle off
So that's a wrap now, I'm clockin' off with a monologue
I had to catch you up, 'cause I wanna drop some more knowledge off
When your as hip-hop as Vossi Boppin' to modern pop
And I'm as about hip-hop as pop and lockin' to Posseshot
Shoutouts to Posseshot

[Outro]

Next up, I'm gonna tag: Rates. ABK, 225. Kill it, brother