Percussion concussion, hot like a Russian. Feel blood rushin, horsepower pushin. No messin about, rippin top gear, front row blonde grab us a beer. Laying down bars, gold prices priceless, always increasing, aint nuffin like this. Top of your game, give it A plus, hold up the stage and tip ya cup. True style solider, 10 bouts Ill bell ya, stand up straight and move like I tell ya. Catch me on downers highly unlikely, got more of a chance twerking like Miley. Wordsmith, crosswords maybe suduko. Freestylin your ass straight off to Pluto. Years go by they only get better, start clicking dem fingers demanding that cheddar. When will it end, who knows who cares, keep riding that starship and blend it with friends. Back in business, black book growing, give it your best not just a toe in. Locked in on point all ways a terror, no one to match, nuffin to measure. Hold tight through drop, grab onto to stranger. Feeling that bass, whats your agenda? Brock out we do, 8 hours runnin, roll out all night, keep smashing that gum in. Ability to talk crumbles like chalk, last tunes all gone, lost in your thoughts. Keep a straight face, assess the perimeter, high five the geezer you dropped it with earlier. Breaking point now, Rocking it heavy, rippin up dance floor, soldiers you ready? Home stretch we run, 3 hours later, sunshines up, kids rockin their gators. Shirts all wet, oozing with Mandy. 4 hour set aint nuffin like Andy. Nights all over what do we do? Make a phone call and roll with some crew. Keep on we party, faders be fading, hardcore ravers faces like break ins. Its the end of the line, game set match, time to head home and face the facts. Work tomorrow, only 5 days to go, its the life of a raver, this now you know.
Posted on: Fri, 15 Nov 2013 03:16:14 +0000
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