Текст песни Taskforce - One Step Ahead
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[Chester P Hackenbush]Any competition finish quick like a brodyThis parocat rapper spells set backs to phoniesI mosy through my art form all cosy and warmMy cries electrocute the skies like a lightning stormWith moon child poetry, I don`t rain I monsoonAnd in this high noon rebellion I`m totally cartoonThis is freaky animation, man the stationsFor a brain tax, tangible levels of creationsLook back from a space age historyI`m like a cosmic gypsy, from black holes to red dwarfsI`m known for crushing pip squeaksWho talk that familiar talk but ain`t cutting itDeeps how I cut, I beam you up to my mothershipI got time on my hands and dirt under my fingernails[Farma Giles]From grabbing dirty tricks and gathering street talesMany follow the bear, I walk the ways of explorersSome heads got bypassed trying hard to ignore usIndivid Robustus, strong soloMoves silent on your promosRemoving sapiens from your homosI`ll derange your feelings like Silasiben fungisFarma`s hawkeye the slayerFork tongue destroyerSlain the warrior, holy war sagas, rap related war startersSo get ready for your ordersThe final chapter inciting flames to wrap around your statureMess with a decade like Thatcher in the 80s[Chorus x2, Chester P Hackenbush]I`m a space man type, urban cowboy perisherWord consuming voice box levellerI`m the vox populi plus the one man burialMUD Fam, Bury Crew one step ahead of you[Farma Giles]Catch a banger word rapper explosiveLike Joseph`s technicoloured coat that he posed inI suddenly have full bloom, I rose to cris` anthemsPlayed by boys and girls like `We Are The Champions`This is my piece, a soundscape plus visual backingI`m attacking with force in all areas that you lack inFarma fortified aspects represents me aloneSkill packer rapper gold diction, iron bonesBody`s damaged words savaged, hiding feelings in holesMy pole position left skidmarks in your hoTombstone sideburns, concrete hairstylesAbsorbing stone faces of statues of Farma Giles[Chester P Hackenbush]And you can watch us fathering a million offspringsIn this orgy of construction, who`s the stud running tings?Speaking splang that you can`t dopplegang, too uniqueOff time from the mouths of many minds, I speakTo those running blind in search of what I definitely ownThere`s no shares in what`s mine so take your sorry self homeAnd go to work, on something you created yourselfOr go to dirt, my twelth`s `n` five, that`s where my fires bornVia N5 worldwide is where I get my cornI`m feeding from a field of form packed to the borderlineKnowing that I`ve got to stuff my face because we`re short of timeAlthough there`s no expiry date on none of my lyricsThey`re best before the end, also known as the finish[Chorus x2]