Res and Datkid – The Menu Lyrics
Lyrics
Mystro
- Yeah yeah split prohphets
- MysDiggi
Mystro
- It goes
- Here ye here ye
- No need to fear me
- Just open your ears
- And let me know when you hear me
- Through the smoke and the mirrors
- Still most see it clear
- He always did it like there's no need for nearlys
- The phantom menace getting love like he was bad at tennis
- Keep your cabbage shredded take your bud and leave a bag of lettuce
- Step in the dragons den with the head of a dab apprentice
- Yeah that's the message I'm betting yes this in cash or credit
- Nah for real who's got a piss pot to lend me
- I wouldn't even ask if my fridge wasen't empty
- Run up in south park to rob them kids for their pennies
- Shouting show me your face holding a slingshot to kenney
- Animal with the door keys dangling from his claws
- Trespassing in to the yard of those babbling things that bore me
- Sat on the kitchen floor screaming I'm trying to fucking eat
- I'm like a sexualy deprived cannibal in an orgy
- (?)
- Now what's next on the menu
Upfront MC
- Yo
- We drop knowledge like a bungee jumping college professor
- Demolish the wreck up any set more than a hobby don't test us
- We're just staring your going nowhere like a ?
- Raping a beat fuck asking since ?
- Seen the sun setting on the scene for a bit
- But it's back now though pop music ?
- ? telling you something that dosen't exist
- Come and left the game so under equipped the sons of a bitch
- See hip hops rising again though I won't slow till
- They fire bieber and i find miley cyrus on death row
- If you give me two minutes and the next instrumental I'll kill it
- Then give it life again with the lead in my pencil
- Hip hops an essential that's damn right I shout it's name proudly
- And stay doing me untill the day my graves found me ?
- My heads spinning off my neck untill my brains rowdy self destructive
- Insane south three
Break
- (?)
- Arghhhh who's next on the menu
Res
- Hi I'm mr nice when the chronics sparked
- But catch me with a brandy getting angry if my wallets parched
- Mind sweeped forgotten bars barking like a rotti starved
- Lost rotten volatile child with bags of rocks to char
- I'm hear to hop the bar turn around and raise it like a topped up glass
- Doctor what's the charge for my medication an eighth and some meditation
- Painting the day with the paper and pen that's when my brain reinstates me again
- So spin the ? to make your back break
- Last take I burnt my loose ends empty ashtrays and empty hands take on skinny arms
- The city psalms are never written like a pretty ? in history class
- ? hit you hard like skunk blunts
- Hungry for this music like I hit the bars for lunch munch
- Through mics cause my food price has hit the mark of to high price
- It's just life in my boots right
Dat Kid
- Urgghhh what is next on the menu
Dat Kid
- Yo it's the cheeky prophet trying to feed his bulimic pockets
- And eating till his teeth are rotten without even stopping
- Keep on jotting notes spitting till I got a froggy throat
- Foggy smoke fills my lungs as I keep you bobbing
- Listen closely you might just hear my stomuch shrinking
- Screaming at me bruv stop drinking what you fucking thinking
- Then you'll see me running round shouting something loud ?
- Cause I've just lost my last fucking pound keep my muzzle bound
- I might just munch through everything I'm out for anything
- From your rollies to your telly kid get it in nah that ain't really happpning
- I'm broke like an old tire stashed in a scabbies bin
- But still I get on with my daily pursuits stand straight in my boots
- Driven since I raised from my roots in a room with pens paper and zoots
- Bringing out shit that'll make your granny's hips snap each eighth of the loop
Outro
- There's nothing left you greedy cunts you ate it all