It's Over
Hyjak feat. Torcha
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Don't drink that wine
Ayy, who stole my socks?
Yeah
Culture of
I used to get eyed out and gawked at
"Oh Torture, he talk black"
You thought rap would be nought here till we fought back
Call for the raw, brought that
Too far gone to walk back
It's calling me like the hoods
I'll slice till my sword cracks
Still ain't bought jack
Tore cash like grenades with the pin out
Rapping ways to make you spin out
The fear now has left my body
Can anybody stop me?
Wake up, smell the coffee
I rock properly
Drop these gems like jewellers
With a gun at the head
Punishing men like cops when you run in the red
And this culture's laws must be abided by
We'll be on your case much more than private eyes
No gimmicks, no limits
We in this till the finish
No one got the fitness to even mimic my image
My soul will never be sold for the sake of folding figures
You still can't hold the Torch taking gold to the Olympics
It's over
No more joking, we're going to war
Overlords, send 'em back to the drawing board
It's over
You know most don't compare
We proposing a toast, blowing smoke in the air
It's over from here, most ain't prepared
Hijack and Torture rapping forces over the edge
It's over now, you overdosing off the dopest sound
Explosive, about to show you how it's going down
We kept the compilation waiting
Brain aching from deep stress
Wrote rhymes on the train, ain't even heard the beat yet
Believe it, don't rush me, anything can happen
Shit can get more ugly than your grandparent's flashing
I'ma be rapping in a disorderly fashion
Till I'm dragged to the morgue by the mic cord attachment
Action Jackson
They say I gotta be retarded
Talk too much shit, walk with no bodyguards
It's not hard to act hard, not hard to act obnoxiously
Not hard to end up in hip-hop lost property
Rock the beat, speaking for those who are slackers
That drive around and bust at us cars with no license
That wear second hand clothes, stolen from clothes lines
We won't retire till we set these hip-hop hoes on fire
Call your fire brigade with them little water hoses
I chop and make giant bongs and set the world stoned
It's over
No more joking, we're going to war
Overlords, send 'em back to the drawing board
It's over
You know most don't compare
We proposing a toast, blowing smoke in the air
It's over from here, most ain't prepared
Hijack and Torture rapping forces over the edge
It's over now, you overdosing off the dopest sound
Explosive, about to show you how it's going down
I make tourist attractions on bottles of sightseers
Nuns walk past, "That boy needs to find Jesus"
I speak my mind, a lot of rappers couldn't
Couldn't afford a video, so I rap on surveillance camera footage
Couldn't change, still on the same mission
Fuck snatching mics, tonight I'm leaving with the PA system
It's a fact, Hijack's greedy, got the door bitch ask
"Is that an amp in your pants or are you just happy to see me?"
It all started in the park with a case of cold liquid
Our little hoods just beginning, 'bout to face this cold living
My soul stinging to get out my emotions
No doubt I'm now focused, not smoked out and hopeless
Took my raps up the bars till the morning
Got back up, so don't act hard if I'm horny
Pops warned me to be a star in the city's a hard trot
School of hard knocks, hit jackpot if your card drops
It's over
No more joking, we're going to war
Overlords, send 'em back to the drawing board
It's over
You know most don't compare
We proposing a toast, blowing smoke in the air
It's over from here, most ain't prepared
Hijack and Torture rapping forces over the edge
It's over now, you overdosing off the dopest sound
Explosive, about to show you how it's going down
Yeah, Hi-Jack, Torture and Bones
Something for everyone living that culture of kings
That we live in
Living it day to day, it's our offering
The beast
Yeah, 2004