First round knock-out, block out fear
Shock and rise to the top of rock like mountaineers
It all sounds clear to you? We sear through the stage
The way we play and rage is kind a outrageous
Contagious, courageous musical ingenuity
Combined with lyrical fluency
No scrutiny necessary in this game
It’s all very plain. Inflammable like propane
There’s no shame in defeat to this vicious crew
Two wicked dudes, known for all the shit we brew
Nobody does it quite like this
When the vibe kicks in you realise that it’s priceless
Second round, back in town, same story
Repetitive clowns they bore me
Sound corny. Sleepwalkers, freak-talkers
Get beat up by the beat smokers
Redefine musical rules
We design a new kind of musical fuel
Setting the crowd a blaze
Sending em out with a frowned face
Thinking; ‘what just happened?’
Intense suspense when they glance at our weapons
But we aim to thrill, not to kill
Against the grain and with lyrical skill
Right, so far so good
Satisfy moods like a full jar of soul food
Smooth rhymes I’m creating
The spark in your eyes proves it’s mine for the taking
For Peat’s sake, be fair just admit it
Brat leads the way, peeps stare when I bust lyrics
No need to feel ashamed
Proceed your own path, show respect when you hear my name
Brat Spitt! Flows exact science
Swift power moves, our dope crew’s the best alliance
Deathdefying strokes of pen
Spit verse, twist and turns around curves and bends