Rest In Peace Lyrics - Drapht

feat. Ciecmate, Dazastah, Trials 

Rest in peace to the innocent children who were shot in the back 

Running from the military, Junta hot on their tracks 

For the love that why their uncle packs a bomb in their bags 

What the fuck, you'd do the same with no options in hand 

So stop with the wack raps you illiterate stale 

horse shit, you just a piss in the gale force winds 

Battling me like I have to start busting for you 

I'm like a suspect package, I got nothing to prove 

Fuck it, I'll serve you straight from the kitchen 

And kill your fly shit like Norman Bates with a pigeon 

Listen. I'm deaf and blind to your fallacy war 

Like a land mine child victim all bandaged and sore 

Damage and break you down until your spirit is vanquished 

like traditional ownership does to indigenous factions 

It's more than just black and white, like racism 

Cos the face of hate appears when you face the mirror 

This more than people starving to eat 

Cos food for thought is running short in this marketed scene 

It's hard to believe when you feel like smashing the mirror 

But Charlie Chimp will pick you up like an angry gorilla 

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Yeah I'm back in that pattern... 

I sit up late with a spliff and wait for the magic to happen 

Just for rapping wack you're catchin a slappin 

I'll put you under pressure like a pilot with cracks in his cabin 

Have another shot, see if you can take this spot 

I'ma play strategically and take everything you got 

Ciecmate! Game over, now you know the deal 

Here with my bro's and we're pro's in our chosen fields 

Standing tall like a wall to wall, public letter blockbuster 

Got a lust for life, plus a lot of love for those I trust with my life 

I'ma live my life like I like on any given night and anything else isn't right 

Time's ticking by, time's making changes, time's turning friends into strangers 

I'm trying to find what the aim is, but time's limited 

I've gotta make payments and for everyone, everyday it's the same shit 

Big brother wants us all to put it in a statement 

But it's built on lies like the Bush administration 

The media be feeding ya and we just believe it huh? 

Behind the curtain men are getting greedier 

We need to peel the curtain back and hurt em bad 

And then spread the wealth around to all those who've been getting held down 

Can I get some help now? Or can I get a hell yeah? 

I'm saying this for everybody's welfare 

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"... now, may these MC's rest in peace" 

"Rest in peace" 

"may these MC's rest in peace 

Because when I come to town, the population decrease" --> Big Daddy Kane 

Rest in peace, two thousand and six shit changes quickly 

Def to all man so I'm trained in lip read 

Pick me like a gypsy picking a pocket 

Depict me like David Hicks holding that rocket 

A mix breed of Scottish and a modern day Australia's 

home but Mundine treats us like an alien, no 

Man fuck that 

Singing Waltzing Matilda with my rucksack 

Cut back on the ego, leave rap to the albino 

Rip you quicker than teeth wrapped around a T-bone 

See know evil speech insightful 

Solid gold heat like Hussein's rifle 

I'm spiteful, only loyal if it's like that 

Starve man's best friend, he's gonna bite back 

What, it's just the way that it is 

Dig your grave like letting Michael J. play with your kids 

I can't live in this world full of rock heads 

Finding a good one like finding the Loch Ness 

Monster, and not Kody Scott 

But down for my team and known what I got 

When it's my shot, take it never look back 

Or ever make it, dedicated to my fate a known gladiator 

Yeah your favourite, I run with wind 

Pauly Poltergeist and the Brothers Grimm, yeah you know me 

Rest in peace bottom feeders, the scourge of the earth 

Proof God doesn't need us, from fetus to birth 

First. my mums didn't plan me, so meet plan b 

The worker bee, Ron Burgendy where the pants be 

Quite a big deal, 90 something kilo 

Aim for the best but got Shaq at the free throw 

Overweight. Shit I can't hold a job but I can hold a steak 

wash it down with a bunch of brown bottles 

Plutonic made it for snake charmers 

The bass bang harder than face planting in chain armour 

Heavy metal, hammers banging the hang over 

In my headspace, until it's dead weight 

Until the next day, return of the Jedi 

Sun up to sun down, return of the red eye 

Dr Jekyl, Mr Trials 

Mean me on on the beat be the recipe for rest in peace