Claster Fxck by TAP Lyrics
TAP-CLASTER FXCK
Man I write it, record it
Mastermind it then own it
This beat it dead, so I’m resurrect it then have it reported
Listen, ain't nothing new though
We just laze on the weekend, laying on the couch doing blow
In many ways I think music saved our lives
From all the drama, lies and unnecessary crime
Now every time I put my hands on the mic, these niggas take flight
They scratch beneath the surface, termites
You either love me or hate me, bitch I’m marmite
It’s T.A.P till the day I die, they my crew
Invested all the money and time, put your all in it
You’ll reap the rewards of what you sow, when it’s all finished
Chorus
This the revival to survival, above
Never drop the ball
Never falling off, you pussies are in denial
We burying all our rivals
Now get ready for our arrival
We come as individuals, different rituals with maximum potential to achieve greatness
The aim, is to perform lobotomy on this rap game and change the way we think while we retain the same social status
A Facebook updated, feeding enough negative energy to make a slut sink
Shit, boy better know that I’m never sinking, I’m never going under like the titanic
This just the blueprint if how I planned it, man I plan it like Pluto
Murdering the competition like cluedo, trynna kick the habit like shoe though
I can’t stop, I won’t stop, cutting through this mother fuckers.Red and white barbershop
Fresh cut in your ears, this flow burns making heads turn
We rolling papers, rotellas, leaving them behind up N away N crash
Back for a fight, smite, the devil’s accomplice with three eyes at the back of my head, ready to kill anyone in sight
That shit will need stitches, cause cuts fall deep and I just fell into hell bitch
I’m swimming with sharks and fish, at least I got something to eat
They undermine our brilliance, we the realest motherfuckers in the business
You hear this, spitting fire like a dragon, you feel it, and I bring the heat
Eat, defeat this shit, murder this beat then dip
T, help me out cu
Man I’m bleeding out like a bee who just lost his buzz
Flying on a broken wing, listen as the angels sing
Walking battered and bruised, covered in scars and booze, feeling abused
Being silenced as the music’s mused
Putting down these dogs and many mutts, coming out the fight with broken bones, deepest cuts
Looking down on a burning body screaming DEEZ NUTZ, holding my girls in one hand and my brothers in the other
Crossing XY when I multiply, that looks divine like her legs when they intertwine
Bust inside a home of young life, but when she ain't your wife, responsibility flies out the window
Hopping down the street with diapers, fuck that, I’ll take these nuts and find more guts to plunge and lunge with backbone effort into building a home
Ignoring the fact that when your daughter’s grown, when daddy’s gone, she’s gunner have to deal with that shit alone
The way they talk about the music game is like it’s actually a game for fame, I’m just here to make a statement and a name
Sit and witness the Prince’s reign
I don’t want to be famous and rich, cause of all that shit that comes with it
You promised you’d stay clean now you’re in the back of your mum’s flat, sniffing coke, passed out on her living room floor, that shit is raw
I hate the money, the fake women
Got my brain tangling, I’m panicking, screaming free masons while imp killing them, point the 9 to the head blow
Lord I hope I’m forgiven
The bitch is dead, PM
Chorus
This the revival to survival, above
Never drop the ball
Never falling off, you pussies are in denial
We burying all our rivals
Now get ready for our arrival
T-y back on the mic, keeping the batteries, going to war on my enemies be glad to see the death on me
Hitting back on the mat, pin them 1-2-3, can attack, it don’t mean jack cause you can’t touch me
Hiding out in pre-school like my name Jimmy. Leaving them in a blue, smoked out, chimney
Then I hit it hard like I was retard screaming at the top of my lungs “TIMMY!”
“A” get the wheels spinning and get a turbo on that motherfucker, whilst we wait for our brother
Step up and sit on the throne, Common, we about to speed it up like we fast and furious
Strange and delirious, but you still feeling us
Popping molly’s doing Olly’s on a freeway, change the name of the game, and triple our net worth in an hours work, CALL ME BILL GATES
Hit the high road, blearing shots loud on this cloud, chasing the dream I had since thirteen
It still don’t feel real, that’s what I’m seeing from these dreams while I’m chasing dollar signs, I’m lacking sleep
I’m packing 30 G’s, blowing shit up like it’s a fucking shoot out
Chew him up, spit him out then it’s onto the next one
Like that that bitch a steak house, but I’m take it easy because T told me it was a freestyle
Just bust a couple rhymes, spit a couple bars, and call it 8 mile
MAN FUCK THAT
Aight, time to rip her like Jack
I come hard, setting this place on fire, leaving it charred, forever marred
Not too skilled but I am a bard, moving mid card to top and lop off the heads of those who are marred by lard and hand it over. Me and my band can, tin man, dark tan, jazz hands
Rhyming fast cause I can, not being afraid, the biggest mistake you ever made
Tossing you like a hand grenade, because Spartans tonight we dine in hell
Tonight we lie in the shade getting rest, dream fest
Lurked upon for that coupon, a one way ticket to the good life, good night
From T.A.P we ain't total pricks, we spit this shit for other dreamers, believers
Become aware, and to heal like a good dog cos we’re the ones holding the leashing looking up at your new gods
DEAD
Man I write it, record it
Mastermind it then own it
This beat it dead, so I’m resurrect it then have it reported
Listen, ain't nothing new though
We just laze on the weekend, laying on the couch doing blow
In many ways I think music saved our lives
From all the drama, lies and unnecessary crime
Now every time I put my hands on the mic, these niggas take flight
They scratch beneath the surface, termites
You either love me or hate me, bitch I’m marmite
It’s T.A.P till the day I die, they my crew
Invested all the money and time, put your all in it
You’ll reap the rewards of what you sow, when it’s all finished
Chorus
This the revival to survival, above
Never drop the ball
Never falling off, you pussies are in denial
We burying all our rivals
Now get ready for our arrival
We come as individuals, different rituals with maximum potential to achieve greatness
The aim, is to perform lobotomy on this rap game and change the way we think while we retain the same social status
A Facebook updated, feeding enough negative energy to make a slut sink
Shit, boy better know that I’m never sinking, I’m never going under like the titanic
This just the blueprint if how I planned it, man I plan it like Pluto
Murdering the competition like cluedo, trynna kick the habit like shoe though
I can’t stop, I won’t stop, cutting through this mother fuckers.Red and white barbershop
Fresh cut in your ears, this flow burns making heads turn
We rolling papers, rotellas, leaving them behind up N away N crash
Back for a fight, smite, the devil’s accomplice with three eyes at the back of my head, ready to kill anyone in sight
That shit will need stitches, cause cuts fall deep and I just fell into hell bitch
I’m swimming with sharks and fish, at least I got something to eat
They undermine our brilliance, we the realest motherfuckers in the business
You hear this, spitting fire like a dragon, you feel it, and I bring the heat
Eat, defeat this shit, murder this beat then dip
T, help me out cu
Man I’m bleeding out like a bee who just lost his buzz
Flying on a broken wing, listen as the angels sing
Walking battered and bruised, covered in scars and booze, feeling abused
Being silenced as the music’s mused
Putting down these dogs and many mutts, coming out the fight with broken bones, deepest cuts
Looking down on a burning body screaming DEEZ NUTZ, holding my girls in one hand and my brothers in the other
Crossing XY when I multiply, that looks divine like her legs when they intertwine
Bust inside a home of young life, but when she ain't your wife, responsibility flies out the window
Hopping down the street with diapers, fuck that, I’ll take these nuts and find more guts to plunge and lunge with backbone effort into building a home
Ignoring the fact that when your daughter’s grown, when daddy’s gone, she’s gunner have to deal with that shit alone
The way they talk about the music game is like it’s actually a game for fame, I’m just here to make a statement and a name
Sit and witness the Prince’s reign
I don’t want to be famous and rich, cause of all that shit that comes with it
You promised you’d stay clean now you’re in the back of your mum’s flat, sniffing coke, passed out on her living room floor, that shit is raw
I hate the money, the fake women
Got my brain tangling, I’m panicking, screaming free masons while imp killing them, point the 9 to the head blow
Lord I hope I’m forgiven
The bitch is dead, PM
Chorus
This the revival to survival, above
Never drop the ball
Never falling off, you pussies are in denial
We burying all our rivals
Now get ready for our arrival
T-y back on the mic, keeping the batteries, going to war on my enemies be glad to see the death on me
Hitting back on the mat, pin them 1-2-3, can attack, it don’t mean jack cause you can’t touch me
Hiding out in pre-school like my name Jimmy. Leaving them in a blue, smoked out, chimney
Then I hit it hard like I was retard screaming at the top of my lungs “TIMMY!”
“A” get the wheels spinning and get a turbo on that motherfucker, whilst we wait for our brother
Step up and sit on the throne, Common, we about to speed it up like we fast and furious
Strange and delirious, but you still feeling us
Popping molly’s doing Olly’s on a freeway, change the name of the game, and triple our net worth in an hours work, CALL ME BILL GATES
Hit the high road, blearing shots loud on this cloud, chasing the dream I had since thirteen
It still don’t feel real, that’s what I’m seeing from these dreams while I’m chasing dollar signs, I’m lacking sleep
I’m packing 30 G’s, blowing shit up like it’s a fucking shoot out
Chew him up, spit him out then it’s onto the next one
Like that that bitch a steak house, but I’m take it easy because T told me it was a freestyle
Just bust a couple rhymes, spit a couple bars, and call it 8 mile
MAN FUCK THAT
Aight, time to rip her like Jack
I come hard, setting this place on fire, leaving it charred, forever marred
Not too skilled but I am a bard, moving mid card to top and lop off the heads of those who are marred by lard and hand it over. Me and my band can, tin man, dark tan, jazz hands
Rhyming fast cause I can, not being afraid, the biggest mistake you ever made
Tossing you like a hand grenade, because Spartans tonight we dine in hell
Tonight we lie in the shade getting rest, dream fest
Lurked upon for that coupon, a one way ticket to the good life, good night
From T.A.P we ain't total pricks, we spit this shit for other dreamers, believers
Become aware, and to heal like a good dog cos we’re the ones holding the leashing looking up at your new gods
DEAD