Verse 1:

My words disperse as spears that pierce and harpoon


Through ya first rap down to your last tune

This ain't some fast food, it's a gourmet sautee'

I rock it like rebecca demorneau and what the courts say

Ain't always justice and what gets airplay can't always be trusted

You've got some balls and a dick but it still doesn't click

What ya fuckin with, thick skull, numb nuts funny like dumb sluts

Jumpin into the bang bus, you can thank us for bringin new

Riddin' you of all of the rank stuff, muph got the handcuffs

To put the kink in ya thinkin and the bitch in ya system

The binge in ya drinkin, while you swing with the victims

I live in this tradition and keep kickin, like unborn infants

You can't flow hell no your impotent limited I'm finishin' off

These fantasy mythological frauds I strike chords with honesty

That can't be ignored, mop the floors of ya weak spillage

Screen visuals like village I came to kill ya fillets



Chorus X2 :

We'll never fade like your jeans would

Muph and plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good

They ain't sick boy they just seem crook

Muph and plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good



Verse 2:

And I'm a throw these moodswings in orbit

Watch em' collide and the self pity forfeit

The morbid mic motivator cornered in a calculator

Scores low figures forced to support a demonstrator

Of low budget innovator, my raps sat and hatched in the incubator

Where the rest of the chickens remain positioned heaps later

Heaps later, heaps later, hey yo I'm heaps greater, heaps fresh

Heaps nice, heaps sick, heaps dope, heaps tight, heaps obliged

To represent my life, I'm that typecast who creeps through the dark,

heart parked in the mineshaft

These sheep sleep on the smarter art like carharrt tryhards

Give my kind regards to the diehard jocks who would non stop

Mock the fact that I love hip hop, well I caught em applying lip gloss

And sporting spotted frocks, getting smacked like shuttlecocks comin across

The raised nets, the same set only to digress and get dropped

They couldn't get props from their drama teacher there's not a spot

Where karma can't come and reach ya

I do my own thing while you follow the leader

Ya best to believe in the muph



Chorus:

We'll never fade like your jeans would

Muph and plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good

They ain't sick boy they just seem crook

Muph and plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good



Verse 3:

This is heaps good you ain't fleetwood you can't mac

My raps make you crash like a car nap while drivin mobile

I fit the profile of the gift to flow, while these senile slow smile

Silly rappers sound better played backwards I'm tired of the manufactured

High wired dramatic actors, that you find attractive, held captive by the multi's

Even if the message is faulty

Colby cheese oozin, please keep movin,

you need improvement and bleed confusion

Leave em stupid I manoeuvred passed the sparks

you're a hardass, smartass on the net

But I'm not gonna break a sweat at these little kiddies tryin to diss me

Swept straight under the rug this is for those that dug my flows,

kept me on my toes Ya know,

chose more than music, bought it, enjoyed it, absorbed it, got lost, lose it

Disputed my integrity, a sorry apology If I was rude when ya met me

And eventually I'll make it up to you, to the haters I don't usually give a fuck

But FUCK you!



Chorus X2 :

We'll never fade like your jeans would

Muph and plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good

They ain't sick boy they just seem crook

Muph and plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good

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