The Baaadest

[Interlude: Suffa]

Shoutouts to DT3 for that one

Shoutouts to Mitch

Yo Faint, you wanna hear something special?

DJ Debris rhymes at the end of this track

For real, ha

DJ Debris

Get on the mic, son

First up, Vents One, let's go!

[Verse 1: Vents, Trials]

Yeah, yeah, Vents the Villain

You're feeling the fuckshit and you feeling the vibe

The melancholy and the misery I'm feeling inside

It's like I'm sick of living, not willing to die

That's when I grab the roach, kiss the feeling goodbye

I'm fading away in front of your eyes, becoming a ghost

With butter on toast and a bucket of fries

Nicotine meet sudden demise

I use drugs and liquor to listen to people I fucking despise

Five days on the rev, heard the government spies

In the roof, got the proof that they up in the sky

Satellite, paranoid, paradise is destroyed

By the bureaucrat and the parasite from the void

Of the unliving, dance to one rhythm

Many colour and creed been stuffed in one prison

I'm stuck living on the dole, little control of my life

That's why Christ don't pick up my call (Yeah), you know

[Verse 2: Trials]

At that moment I panic, kick the company out

Hit the shower for an hour, use the luxury towel

It's like back to the grill again, Hotel Hell

The best memories of my life but no can tell

Well, if it isn't the fat Vincent Vega of rap

We on a world tour passed out in neighbouring stacks

I kick facts real slick, push the levy little deeper

Squash big problems with a little reefer

Off with his head till the officer dead

Riot in the streets, kick back [?]

But lest we forget the fallen, hits from the

Hits from the B in the morning, retail storming

Awesome, any little things that the Oars in

Shared deals with shitheads, break 'em off a portion

Dropped the stress ball, picked up the Les Paul

Back the fuck out and hit the stage like, "Yes, y'all!"

[Scratches: ADFU]

"Rottweiler the beat, top dollar defeat"

"Eyes red—Eyes red, burn somethin'"

"Rottweiler the beat, top dollar defeat"

"Eyes red—Eyes red, burn somethin'"

"Baddest—Baddest

Bad—Bad—Baddest

Baddest—Baddest

Bad—Bad—Baddest"

[Verse 3: K21]

I'm nothing but a slave to the man with a game and a plan

Of sticking it to him every which way that I can

(For real feel) rocking nothing but some hand me downs

Checkin' on the meal, it's smelling like Grandma's house

I'm back in the place, never stop smashing or praying

Until Jay take the scene and stop dragging a [?]

[?] sprinkling some rhythms on my toast

Lock and load, only stop to pose for my wanted poster

Baddest, negative like my bank account status

King sized mattress featuring [?]

Go and ask for a [?] the kiddies will find me

Hanging with hippies while ice fiends stick in their pipe dreams

A dead-beat broke, living off split cheddar

And chin check a trendsetter thinking he stiff leather

[?] and dump it on the X you dug

And that's what you get for thinking you had somewhere left to run

Fuad

[Ad-Lib: [?]]

Nah

[Verse 4: DJ Debris]

The worse I eat the better I feel

It's a junk food Winnie hey, so what's the deal?

I can't remember the meal that I just ordered

And the Takeaway Studios just got cordoned

Off 'cause the squad dropped a bomb in the lab

And with the crew guaranteed [?] fuck out your tab

Then jump a cab, head south to [?]

With twenty-four tabs of pr0n open in Firefox

[Commentary: Suffa]

What? Did DJ Debris just shoutout Firefox browser? Golden Era Records does not endorse Firefox browsers... unless they're giving us money. Are they giving us money? Faint? They're not giving us money? Fuck 'em. K21, let's go!