Task Force – One Step Ahead Lyrics
Lyrics
Chester P
- Any competition finish quick like a brody
- This parocat rapper spells set backs to phonies
- I mosy through my art form all cosy and warm
- My cries electrocute the skies like a lightning storm
- With moon child poetry, I don't rain I monsoon
- And in this high noon rebellion I'm totally cartoon
- This is freaky animation, man the stations
- For a brain tax, tangible levels of creations
- Look back from a space age history
- I'm like a cosmic gypsy, from black holes to red dwarfs
- I'm known for crushing pip squeaks
- Who talk that familiar talk but ain't cutting it
- Deeps how I cut, I beam you up to my mothership
- I got time on my hands and dirt under my fingernails
Farma G
- From grabbing dirty tricks and gathering street tales
- Many follow the bear, I walk the ways of explorers
- Some heads got bypassed trying hard to ignore us
- Individ Robustus, strong solo
- Moves silent on your promos
- Removing sapiens from your homos
- I'll derange your feelings like Silasiben fungis
- Farma's hawkeye the slayer
- Fork tongue destroyer
- Slain the warrior, holy war sagas, rap related war starters
- So get ready for your orders
- The final chapter inciting flames to wrap around your stature
- Mess with a decade like Thatcher in the 80s
Chorus
- I'm a space man type, urban cowboy perisher
- Word consuming voice box leveller
- I'm the vox populi plus the one man burial
- MUD Fam, Bury Crew one step ahead of you
Farma G
- Catch a banger word rapper explosive
- Like Joseph's technicoloured coat that he posed in
- I suddenly have full bloom, I rose to cris' anthems
- Played by boys and girls like 'We Are The Champions'
- This is my piece, a soundscape plus visual backing
- I'm attacking with force in all areas that you lack in
- Farma fortified aspects represents me alone
- Skill packer rapper gold diction, iron bones
- Body's damaged words savaged, hiding feelings in holes
- My pole position left skidmarks in your ho
- Tombstone sideburns, concrete hairstyles
- Absorbing stone faces of statues of Farma Giles
Chester P
- And you can watch us fathering a million offsprings
- In this orgy of construction, who's the stud running tings?
- Speaking splang that you can't dopplegang, too unique
- Off time from the mouths of many minds, I speak
- To those running blind in search of what I definitely own
- There's no shares in what's mine so take your sorry self home
- And go to work, on something you created yourself
- Or go to dirt, my twelth's 'n' five, that's where my fires born
- Via N5 worldwide is where I get my corn
- I'm feeding from a field of form packed to the borderline
- Knowing that I've got to stuff my face because we're short of time
- Although there's no expiry date on none of my lyrics
- They're best before the end, also known as the finish
Chorus
- I'm a space man type, urban cowboy perisher
- Word consuming voice box leveller
- I'm the vox populi plus the one man burial
- MUD Fam, Bury Crew one step ahead of you