Taskforce - One Step Ahead lyrics
rate me[Chester P Hackenbush]<br />
Any competition finish quick like a brody<br />
This parocat rapper spells set backs to phonies<br />
I mosy through my art form all cosy and warm<br />
My cries electrocute the skies like a lightning storm<br />
With moon child poetry, I don't rain I monsoon<br />
And in this high noon rebellion I'm totally cartoon<br />
This is freaky animation, man the stations<br />
For a brain tax, tangible levels of creations<br />
Look back from a space age history<br />
I'm like a cosmic gypsy, from black holes to red dwarfs<br />
I'm known for crushing pip squeaks<br />
Who talk that familiar talk but ain't cutting it<br />
Deeps how I cut, I beam you up to my mothership<br />
I got time on my hands and dirt under my fingernails<br />
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[Farma Giles]<br />
From grabbing dirty tricks and gathering street tales<br />
Many follow the bear, I walk the ways of explorers<br />
Some heads got bypassed trying hard to ignore us<br />
Individ Robustus, strong solo<br />
Moves silent on your promos<br />
Removing sapiens from your homos<br />
I'll derange your feelings like Silasiben fungis<br />
Farma's hawkeye the slayer<br />
Fork tongue destroyer<br />
Slain the warrior, holy war sagas, rap related war starters<br />
So get ready for your orders<br />
The final chapter inciting flames to wrap around your stature<br />
Mess with a decade like Thatcher in the 80s<br />
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[Chorus x2, Chester P Hackenbush]<br />
I'm a space man type, urban cowboy perisher<br />
Word consuming voice box leveller<br />
I'm the vox populi plus the one man burial<br />
MUD Fam, Bury Crew one step ahead of you<br />
<br />
[Farma Giles]<br />
Catch a banger word rapper explosive<br />
Like Joseph's technicoloured coat that he posed in<br />
I suddenly have full bloom, I rose to cris' anthems<br />
Played by boys and girls like 'We Are The Champions'<br />
This is my piece, a soundscape plus visual backing<br />
I'm attacking with force in all areas that you lack in<br />
Farma fortified aspects represents me alone<br />
Skill packer rapper gold diction, iron bones<br />
Body's damaged words savaged, hiding feelings in holes<br />
My pole position left skidmarks in your ho<br />
Tombstone sideburns, concrete hairstyles<br />
Absorbing stone faces of statues of Farma Giles<br />
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[Chester P Hackenbush]<br />
And you can watch us fathering a million offsprings<br />
In this orgy of construction, who's the stud running tings?<br />
Speaking splang that you can't dopplegang, too unique<br />
Off time from the mouths of many minds, I speak<br />
To those running blind in search of what I definitely own<br />
There's no shares in what's mine so take your sorry self home<br />
And go to work, on something you created yourself<br />
Or go to dirt, my twelth's 'n' five, that's where my fires born<br />
Via N5 worldwide is where I get my corn<br />
I'm feeding from a field of form packed to the borderline<br />
Knowing that I've got to stuff my face because we're short of time<br />
Although there's no expiry date on none of my lyrics<br />
They're best before the end, also known as the finish<br />
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[Chorus x2]
