Correction Lyrics The Quickening by Funkoars

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Here we go again...
Ride with direction...
This is the quickening...
Untouchable. Un-untouchable. Hip hop, no doubt.

I rap to build though, I rap to ruin
Back up chump, f*cking watch what you're doin'
f*ck up the party before it even started.

Yeah, with a pair of rapper lungs, and a tongue
That'll have them on the run, like it had a gun and a
handful of puns.
And we bad, but they're not the ones in the bag
Now we mad, we not big in Japan.
If I was, then I wouldn't have a man at my house.
Looking for the f*cking man of the house.
Saying "Mr Baker, you're late for paper"
Let me stop ya, the name's Sesta.
I'll put it next to bond.
You been Dancing to 80s like Jason.
I mean Donavan. Whatever drug he's on.
You've got a tolerance so you took a lot of them.
Threw you off the ground, about a centimetre hoverin'
First world problems, I've got a lot of them
Flying's a misery, slack twitter followin'
Clesh gotta drive one, Hon's get the goblin'
T on the Valium, tryin' to get him off of them.

Chorus
Quick!
In a van, I'm across the land
Can't stop, it's a problem, I got it bad.
It's the quickening.
(Ride with direction)
This is the quickening.

Quick!
Off the plane, right on the stage
Wrote a game of bullshit, but we're on the way
It's the quickening
(Untouchable... Back up chump)
This is the quickening.

I like my symphonies bitter-sweet, my rap music obscene
Rank type mis-hosted on my twitter feed.
Got to be kidding me, you're killing my scene
They're making rap tracks fat, at least I'm kicking the
beat.
Yo, they no competition, not even my genre.
Made that decision when they popped that collar
Oars and Large pro, wage war like Gestapo
Mother f*cker, sixteen bar mode.
Armed with an open bar and pack of marlborough.
Four day bender on the road, through at last so
Walked the hard road parmo style
Old man, leaky eyed at the bar don't smile
But the crowd go wild when we rock the show.
Twice 'round the country for not much dough.
That's why the Hon stays poor but happy as f*ck.
At the front of Centerlink with my charity cup, come
on!

Chorus
Quick!
In a van, I'm across the land
Can't stop, it's a problem, I got it bad.
It's the quickening.
(Ride with direction)
This is the quickening.

Quick!
Off the plane, right on the stage
Wrote a game of bullshit, but we're on the way
It's the quickening
(Untouchable... Back up chump)
This is the quickening.

I don't, f*ck with shoes, yeah the hair is whack
And I don't even care if it match, all I wear is black
I'm on the road doing the show, an going to bed
You got The Secret on DVD and hope for the best. Psh.
Feel, we ain't makin' a mill', tryin' to get my burger
upsized, make it a meal
And move from there, round town we the baddest.
Gone away in the states, call him piece of garbage
Roll through the breath'o (that was exciting)
Hmm, you're not gonna f*ck with the fact we're still
driving?
Fact of life when you rap on a beat
Gotta pay deaf taxes and management fees.
Got a plan for the man from the netherlands.
Gatekeeper of the beat, cancel all the wedding plans
I'm taking a trip, (I'm strippin' off), I'm taking a
dip
But when he commin' out there's someone there, taking a
*sniff*

Chorus
Quick!
In a van, I'm across the land
Can't stop, it's a problem, I got it bad.
It's the quickening.
(Ride with direction)
This is the quickening.

Quick!
Off the plane, right on the stage
Wrote a game of bullshit, but we're on the way
It's the quickening
(Untouchable... Back up chump)
This is the quickening.

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