Gassed Up - Wombat

Yeah

What’s that?

Wombat ain’t nothin' but a bong rat

I’ve been kickin' bak sniff a bit of rack with the comrades

Wiff it in a flash then I’m off track

Still gettin' skippy with the rap

Got em' thinkin' that I’m pipin' off of crack but alas I’m not on that

I gotta hit em' with the facts… Drop back

What ya thinkin' that we’re wack?

Stop that

See I came with a strategy

Breaking the chains of reality

Blazing my way through the galaxy

It’s a game so I came with analogies

I’ve been played now I’m drained like a battery

You’re not sick as this, save it, you’re fakin' an allergy

Basically mate that’s a fallacy

But if I’m able to make it?

I’d say that it’s anarchy, you’re lookin' at the

face of insanity

So when I murk these beats don’t try with me

Man I burn CDs like piracy

Said I burn CDs as I burn these trees, I just burned 3gs with Flylacine

So when I murk these beats I be killin' it

Man I burn CDs for the thrill of it

I said I burn CDs as I burn these trees

Let me burn 3gs while I’m kickin' it with Chillinit

(What of it cunt, WOAH)

Steez like a samurai

Feast off opponents

Need to be energised

Keepin' my focus

Seizin' the moment

Fiend when I wreck a mic

Feed off emotions

Yeah, don’t ya see the devotion bleed through the pen of mine?

Nah, better leave me alone as I creep in the dead of night

And I could end it here…

But let me step it up a second gear

What’s a test tho?

I don’t ever fear God

I’m blessed so better get it clear

Gonna explode man we’ve got the best flows in this hemisphere

You can bet that my brethren are blessed

Wanna send try step mic checks in effect

Might head for the set like Devlin and Ghetts

Deadset why send why F with the best

(Nah, Nah Brah Nah, Nah) I’ve been gettin' gassed up

Chat shit ya get smacked up

Wombat calm down for a sec just relax brah

Fuck that I’ll go spaz cunt

Nah I’m just kiddin' man I’ve been in a jam since I went and hit the piss again

and been sniffin' grams

But I’ve gotten' crook as well but ya couldn’t tell

Murder the riddim in a hearse lookin' shook as hell

Merlin the wizard spit a verse with a book of spells (Hell)

I was fucked in the mind

Bumpin' a line with a packet of pills

If you’re gonna be a cunt on the sly the were cuttin' the ties like I’m

flattening wheels

I’m sick in the mind

Since a kid I could rip with a mic cause I hit never miss been a victim of grime

Gettin' skippy on the riddim when I spit better listen and stick to the side as

I trip like im on an upper, sink I could drop another

Gettin' lifted then I spit like a chopper gunner

Kickin' with the cuzzy on a mish

Still I be skippin' like I’m on a runner

Think you don’t want it bruddaa

FUCK

You know they feel us yeah we be the best

Never feared none when I’ve been a pest, get a wheel up like a BMX

What ya thinkin' I must’ve quit?

This ain’t watch out cunt it ain’t sunken ship

It’s BOMWAT

Like the fuck ya think?

This dumb cunts stuffed up like I’m stuck in a mushie trip

I still can’t find a fuck to give

The rap game is a slut, no trust but I love the bitch

'till my heart’s gettin' crushed to bits

Don’t start cause you must admit

They can’t fuck with this

(Yeah, they can’t fuck with this)

(P-P-PEZ on the beat)

Yeah, lay in the darkness

These days all it takes is a bar then ya labeled an artist

But regardless, I could get snaked still facin' it laughin'

Chargin', Sergeant aim for the target

Break em' apart I’ll be makin my mark 'till the day I depart in a blaze and

I’ve carked it.

Brahh

I’ve been gettin' GASSED UP?

Yeah

I’ve been gettin' GASSED UP?