Lyrical Fitness - Da Brakes (Copyrighted so don't copy! Right!)
Man I’m only 21 and I ain’t reached my peak yet
My success well it’s a well kept secret
My feet get weary, eyes they’re getting bleary
But still I keep on running, I’m coming you better fear me
Clearly my stamina is what sets me apart
When that voice says stop, man I dig into my heart
Keep on going; I’m steady flowing, steady rocking a poem
When I’m damaging mics, you getting locked in the moment
So unique my technique is sweet
Boy my tongue is blessed, let the words I speak
Elevate your mind, its takes you too a higher level
Subliminal messages makes you wanna buy my record (ha)
Silver tongue, I got a way with words
You better duck right down when I spray these verbs
Coz there lethal, believe too, that nobodies equal
No matter what they say DB will defeat you
So people, embrace this new revolution
Hate not player, just step, get to moving
This fusion of rap is clean but still street
Ain’t no stopping this beast, when I’m speak on ill beats
Man your hopeless you’re lacking, I’ll choke you for bragging
You know you don’t want it with this vocal assassin
Just imagine if I tried at rapping
Oh! The damage, you don’t want that to happen
The fact remains, I stay top of my game
These crazy lyrics, nah they’re not for the sane
Keep on bopping and saying, Brakes is rocking again
Ain’t no chopping and changing, you ain’t stopping this train kid
Once was nameless, but looky now I’m famous
Don’t produced wastage, can’t call me anus
A regular rapper? Please my name ain’t Joe Bloggs
You know that it’s me when you hear “Oh Gosh!”
CHORUS
Can you buss rhymes bro and spit like me? NO
Can you get the party jumping and moving and screaming? NO
Can you finish MC’s when they challenge you? NO
Could you ever phase me? I reckon I could if..…… NO
Can you carry your weight in this rap game? NO
Well that ain’t a surprise, because you lack pace! OH
You ain’t got my wit, no need to riddle me this
Coz if you wanna be criss, you best be lyrically fit
Let me lay back and kick this, no guns or pimping
I’m thinking the ink in my pen is ridiculous
Witness the skill, I’m sick, tipped for big things
This is for real, don’t trip I got big dreams
Step back from the plate if D Brakes is ripping it
You seem to be in a bit of a critical predicament
You’re out of your depth; this is survival of the fittest
I don’t just rap, Hip Hop bro I’m living it
My lyrics be so cutting they’ll snap you’re pencil
Go against this, tempt this, I’m temperamental
I’m offensive not to mention, not pretentious
Rap from the heart, my lyrics can’t be questioned
Long ago unknown like John Doe
Now all across the globe, my songs are well known
It’s the takeover, UK raps makeover
New breed of MC, playtime is over
As an artist you couldn’t break thru
If they named you something like 1 ply toilet tissue
Don’t avoid the issue, even you’re boys will diss you
I’m a poisonous little annoying royal dizude
Plans get foiled, and I make them plots fizzle
You say you got flow, best believe I got triple
The plot thickens, don’t’ drop knowledge? I drop riddles
You trying to spit flow, you can just about dribble
Refuse to believe it, your oozing with weakness
I’m not leaving here until his bruised and he’s bleeding
You confused? Dude, it aint hard to take to it
Watch a master at work whilst I’m sipping my Brake fluid
Yeah you might wanna step, you ain’t my calibre yet
Whilst you running out of breath I ain’t even broke a sweat
Say that I’m wack but you know its not true
Your only say it coz you know I’m better than you.
Chorus x 2