THE QUARANTEAM VS POISONOUS POETS ft. Doc Brown, Chris Mento, Tony D, Pyrobarz & Stylah Lyrics

Yeah.. Its the return of the Master-don

That shatters floors and make you

Run for cover Like Tyrannosaur, Dinosaur

I'm not street at all, so I'm anti war

But if it's beef? Imma eat

Trust I'm a carnivore

We agreed to meet, I give you what you bargain for!

Fight against the Bull, I'm something like a matador

You're sheep with no wool

Following, your an embarrassment

Know the law fight against the establishment

Its astonishing how skillit and Turkish

We keep on punishing

Too much sauce with brute force

We projectile vomiting

You endorse another loss

Get out and your done again

We sipping port, watching sports

up north we are flourishing

We call it how we see it

Not being conceited

I was impeded

Then saw the light

It was a beacon

Wins we repeating

From open mics on the weekend

Praise we receiving now we the guys

Who be teaching!

It's the most unprofessional, professional

Cue scenes for tv, get lean and spit confessionals

No need to act polite its like its another sphere

I can be my fucking self with my brothers here

Skillit pass another beer!

Imma work this beat

Call it Lahmacun

With that Turkish Heat

Of these poets

Only ol G's know it

Me and T spread poison

Decades pre covid

Free flowing, trees blowing

Keep showing up like I'm 21

Even though my knees going

I be phoning my accountant

Please bro? I wanna chuck these bags

As if i worked in Heathrow

Pull Hollywood, the way i see dough

Pianist how i see notes

Key quotes, what you need though?

Bars? Im ahead of you bruv

Like a peado sixteens never enough trust!

You ain't a star boy

So say nay thing (Nathan)

You hanging with the wrong crowd

Let me fill you in

Like its Craig David

I hold rank, bank on it

When i make statements

No gang ties, red flags out

But i ain't Haitian

Its T&T upon my sleeve

That's how i stay sacred

Trying to make sure my name

Stays in, conversations about

Game changing, but no playstation

Im stone cold, you so, so blud

Ain't rated..like contamination

From an aids patient

Ironically it wont aid patience

These guys i call blood

Because they think in the same vein

As me, bars are messy

But we stay stainless

They around boxes and bags

Always on road

Are you sure that you ain't vagrants?

Like they enclosed

Wearing the same clothes

Like there brain vacant

Supposed to be doing the most noise

You ain't making.

Excurish, emerge from a cloud

Of the loudest Piff..

Turning words to gold

Is the council kid, alchemist

Im about this shit

I wore a battle rap crown for kicks

And the views i did numbers

Overtime like calculus

A rhymer raised in the cypher days

You bide your time and wait

And then go off like a live grenade

Ignite the flame any time and place

Fire blaze, the beat Napalm

My voice a clipper with a smiley face

Sparking carnage, arson artist

Get the party started

Lets go bar for bar

You dont stand a chance of lasting

Craft is mastered, 10k hours and then some

I think in my head and then let ink in my pen run

Hell I'm just being honest..

These lines needs to be sniffed at

It match the impact felt by Mia Wallace

A Genius you do the actual math

Back to back boy I'm punching cleverly

Like badou jack

Yeah I'm back.. What the Fuck is up?

Mr if you give me a rhythm, ill come and fuck it up

Your luck is up, i was hibernating now its body season

Soon you'll see me in power, ,just like I'm tommy Egan

I ain't gonna ghost from the game

What do you take this for?

No, I didn't lose my ability, I'm just making sure

I'm just trying to get my paper to a peng amount

The only bandwagon I've been on was screaming Wenger out

Theres a lot of men about

None ain't really matching us

The next step, trying to make these hits

Like a hatchet does

miraculous , Skilli-t and mento with pyro on the tempo

Leave a mark like biro with a stencil

We try but we ain't gentle

Attacking the beat from Turkish

But the only thing we rapping is Greece

Straight dirt on the rhythm

We murk and we kill em

So plan a funeral grab a shirt from your linen

I was sitting in my living room

Watching loose women

On my day off chilling

Brrrrling phone started ringing

It was Skillit, said he had a beat

Once me to kill it, he said jump on it

If you're feeling froggy i said ribbit

Out here I AM!!!

Back in the booth, cant fall off

I'm Like superman on the roof

Im still the shit, still a prick

Like Chappelle, in that skit

Make a wish, the kid sick

I still call him a bitch

And dunk on em

Im dunking on kids

Like its a mans world

Its not a game boy

You wont get your handheld

Im off the damn scale

Im off the Amstel

What is your life like Karim?

Going well

I retired undefeated like Khabib did

Came back like GSP did for one more

So pay me what you owe me

You'll say you can't pay they wont pay

Till see the bailiffs at the front door

Now they feeling unsure

I should be on Rushmore

Well my close friends say

I should be in touch more

Yeah i should be in touch more

So heres a list of all the people ill be

In touch more. mom