F/ Pegz

[Chorus 4X: Pharoahe Monch sample from Organized Konfusion's "Stray Bullet"]

"Dashin, buckin, greet by $#&@in family
They follow behind me in a orderly fashion"


[Trials]
Obese work on beats with no sleep
Stand tall on both feet till we start to stagger

My grandma got a rented, put the disc in, dump the %#@! and
take it back and you're forgiven, LISTEN!
That's what I'ma do when your crew drops an album

The difference is mine's sick as !#@* and yours ain't even out yet
Trials wanna, drink with a death wish
My kind of investment's a rich (*##$ pregnant

We down for the cause, Pegz and 'Oars
You wanna find us when we're drinking? Better check the floors
See I'm, drunk and orderly, I oughta be in a room

that's padded like the passage to a period womb
Doing shows for chump change, thanks, $#&@ I'm too fat
for fashion parades and album fame

The only reason that I said that is to get the bread back
Ported all the promo packs that get sent back.. oy Suf'!


[Pegz]
Sample the beat up like a man with a cleaver
Standing between the mic and a handful of cheeba

Used to battle for peanuts with glandular fever
Now I walk the streets like a man with amnesia
This is my fam, I got love and respect

You ain't $#&@ing with Ses' or Reflux on the decks
Big Trials with the freestyles, jump on your chest
Plus Hons will take your soul, $#&@ing with Pegz

Nothing compares, disrespect the omen
Better check your head to protect your scrotum
Cause we kept the revolving to head the shogun

Now we're all in like Texas Hold 'Em
We put food on the table and opened eyes
We put crew on the label and polarised

We truth down the cable and showed our lives
Real Hip Hop, I love you like an only child


[Chorus: 2X]

[Hons]

We come together like a Christmas dinner
Obese fam, Suffa's beat slams till it's off the Richter
The 'Oars and Pegasus connect like Slick Rick

and necklaces, a perfect match like we more than a Federer
Pure negligence that we ain't blown yet
So they ain't seen our set till this country's tone deaf

I write rhymes like an obituary, and turn the other cheek
on wack rappers like I switch your sex back to missionary
Obese family, 'Oars are drunk uncles

Sleazy with the gin till I give her stink knuckle
I'ma send these new jacks packing back to boot camp
to polish up their skills and take it back to the Boom Bap

My crew fatter than, speak tones of arrogance
These !@$)gots just make me look better so I ain't mad at 'em
I send 'em packing with a punchline

Obese crew, we keep it pure so they don't infect our bloodline

[Sesta]

Yeah, old timers, their lease is up, $#&@ 'em
Recent releases, Jesus Christ, nothing
but a bunch of mother$#&@ers that sound like another

bunch of mother$#&@ers, it's easy to see Obese the elite
Me, and Pegz, we drink draught to the dregs
Apartment is charred like a wreck and that's half of the rep

You better halven that step, you got a death wish
It looks like a !@$)got is hanging off that necklace
Since me and T were dreaming our plans to be seen

Not being demanded, we've proceeded
Redefined a new kind of style, CS9 was left behind in bed
We arrived, we signed that dotted line

The family is Certified, it hurts your pride
You can't write while your girl's miming every word of mine
PROPS? You couldn't get a third of mine
The bloodline is deep, PEACE!