XXXX GoLd by Huon Collidge X Terra Lyrics
*Bailey Jackson, you know he's on the street*
*Yeah, Callum Ball, you know he's on the beat (x2)*
*One Time*
Chorus (Huon)
Prayin' up to Buddha
Wrist froze like it stared at Medusa
Thought so hard that i sprained my medulla
My aim is a chain and my bae in a new car
I've been working on my craft, yeah , dedication
down four months at a time that's separation
whole world fell apart, meltdown, devastation
Fuck that, life gave me lemons so i lemonade it
Verse One (Huon)
Goin' hard all day don't care if i'm ever famous
Ol' boy got a problem tell him tell it to the nickel-plated
Me and his new girl in the past we dinner-dated but we never really made it 'cause she never innovated
Things ain't nice, Ray Rice in the elevator
Finna' disappear on this bitch like Kevin Bacon
I got plenty haters time to give 'em all a demonstration
Got no explanation for how Trump got in administration
Pre-Chorus (Huon)
This takes no effort, it's effortless
Makes no sense this is senselessness
I might sin in my sentences
Sticking pins in appendages
But they edit the message
Oh yeah i'm sensing some censorship
I dismember a nemesis cut the head off a Hedonist
Chorus (Huon)
Verse Two (Remarcable)
I've had a few ladies causing me drama,
I guess you could be calling it karma 😉
Maybe from back in the day when all I was after, was a broad with some arse & I would fall even harder,
but try giving me shit & I would give them the flick, bit of kiss on the lips & I would say goodbye like I'm not living like this
I've been trying to dedicate a lot of time to pen & papes (paper)
so I've got a lot of rhymes I can demonstrate,
if you write but don't get on the mike & hesitate
let this inspire you to try get away, from that negative drive in you minds mental state.
Pay respect & listen otherwise bitches,
I will break your neck quicker than busta rhymes spits it,
a little bit of double time spitting & the loving my lyrics,
jumping high, loving life, fucking right bitches!
Pre-Chorus (Huon)
Chorus (Huon)
Verse Three (Bryce)
Okay, straight off the backboard, I’m back lord, aiming like I am Jordan,
I Buy too many things like she will never be affording
Shooting at the money playing poker like I’m all in
On the backstreets of the city with the people we call ballin, yes i’m stallin
written and rhythms playing the times,
making multi handed decisions choosing in time, extra fine
getting better with age just like a wine,
so when is the promotion turning age 29,
This conscious mind, that is a killer,
try fill your cup sweet like vanilla,
Not the main man so they are calling me a filler
but i’m selling out bars like a fucking dope dealer
boom boom clap clap hit it with a ‘ this track ‘
kinda like a mismatch, fresher than a tic tac
gold cadillac with the hat to match
ass so fat hit it from the back it’s black
Outro (Huon, Remarcable MC, Keeper)
*Yeah you know man, you know man, Callum Ball always told me, if you believe in yourself and the inner wisdom of spirituality the beats will come to your heart*
*And so we killed this beat, I'm here with Bailey Jackson (killed this beat) I'm here with Marc it's, we're having a good time man*
*Why don't you eat a big bag of dicks you motherfucker*
*eh* *yeah* *Ya*
*Yeah that's from Bailey Jackson (Take that, shut-up Rick)*
*Whaddup Marc,(Whaddup homeboooy) what's cracking? Yeah we just killed this track didn't we?*
*Yeah man, we killed this shit, absolutely killed it*
*Isn't this the flavour they've been looking for? Isn't this what the Hobart streets been askin' for?*
*Yo, they ain't ready*
*Yeah yeah*
*Yeah, Callum Ball, you know he's on the beat (x2)*
*One Time*
Chorus (Huon)
Prayin' up to Buddha
Wrist froze like it stared at Medusa
Thought so hard that i sprained my medulla
My aim is a chain and my bae in a new car
I've been working on my craft, yeah , dedication
down four months at a time that's separation
whole world fell apart, meltdown, devastation
Fuck that, life gave me lemons so i lemonade it
Verse One (Huon)
Goin' hard all day don't care if i'm ever famous
Ol' boy got a problem tell him tell it to the nickel-plated
Me and his new girl in the past we dinner-dated but we never really made it 'cause she never innovated
Things ain't nice, Ray Rice in the elevator
Finna' disappear on this bitch like Kevin Bacon
I got plenty haters time to give 'em all a demonstration
Got no explanation for how Trump got in administration
Pre-Chorus (Huon)
This takes no effort, it's effortless
Makes no sense this is senselessness
I might sin in my sentences
Sticking pins in appendages
But they edit the message
Oh yeah i'm sensing some censorship
I dismember a nemesis cut the head off a Hedonist
Chorus (Huon)
Verse Two (Remarcable)
I've had a few ladies causing me drama,
I guess you could be calling it karma 😉
Maybe from back in the day when all I was after, was a broad with some arse & I would fall even harder,
but try giving me shit & I would give them the flick, bit of kiss on the lips & I would say goodbye like I'm not living like this
I've been trying to dedicate a lot of time to pen & papes (paper)
so I've got a lot of rhymes I can demonstrate,
if you write but don't get on the mike & hesitate
let this inspire you to try get away, from that negative drive in you minds mental state.
Pay respect & listen otherwise bitches,
I will break your neck quicker than busta rhymes spits it,
a little bit of double time spitting & the loving my lyrics,
jumping high, loving life, fucking right bitches!
Pre-Chorus (Huon)
Chorus (Huon)
Verse Three (Bryce)
Okay, straight off the backboard, I’m back lord, aiming like I am Jordan,
I Buy too many things like she will never be affording
Shooting at the money playing poker like I’m all in
On the backstreets of the city with the people we call ballin, yes i’m stallin
written and rhythms playing the times,
making multi handed decisions choosing in time, extra fine
getting better with age just like a wine,
so when is the promotion turning age 29,
This conscious mind, that is a killer,
try fill your cup sweet like vanilla,
Not the main man so they are calling me a filler
but i’m selling out bars like a fucking dope dealer
boom boom clap clap hit it with a ‘ this track ‘
kinda like a mismatch, fresher than a tic tac
gold cadillac with the hat to match
ass so fat hit it from the back it’s black
Outro (Huon, Remarcable MC, Keeper)
*Yeah you know man, you know man, Callum Ball always told me, if you believe in yourself and the inner wisdom of spirituality the beats will come to your heart*
*And so we killed this beat, I'm here with Bailey Jackson (killed this beat) I'm here with Marc it's, we're having a good time man*
*Why don't you eat a big bag of dicks you motherfucker*
*eh* *yeah* *Ya*
*Yeah that's from Bailey Jackson (Take that, shut-up Rick)*
*Whaddup Marc,(Whaddup homeboooy) what's cracking? Yeah we just killed this track didn't we?*
*Yeah man, we killed this shit, absolutely killed it*
*Isn't this the flavour they've been looking for? Isn't this what the Hobart streets been askin' for?*
*Yo, they ain't ready*
*Yeah yeah*