conversations of a speakeasy restrung

let's get introductions aside

pressure

omni and suffa tonight busting the mic like

lately i've been hearing nothing but hype

pen's mightier than your sword? then you'd be fucked in a fight

from the point of the exact conception i've had perfection

and you ain't close to omni even though you may lack direction

i've got a good heart

but bad intentions

pressure don't need a map for reference i'm a man of legends

i'll last forever like bad impressions

like the first night you cursed in adolescence

the way i slam a sentence can panic veterans

some things are better left unsaid like anything that i have to mention

my loud mouths my downfall it's doubtful

i'll bite off more than i can chew 'cause i already got a mouthful

act like i astound yall

well i'm a scoundrel

with enemies but cliche is a friend of me

i'm out yall. pull up a chair

and kick your feet on the table

let down you hair

lean back in your seat if you're able

we've got the jazz

for your speakeasy conversations

it's the universal language of relaxation. the seas are combinin' to breathe in the lions

it's not omni its okwerdz with tha rhymin

you need to be supportin these cats with tha passion

instead of beefin about what action they rap with

as if it ain't tough enough to come up with a record

just ask the hoods really could suffa from the pressure

get it? nah!

its hard

let me tell you

and in this era i wish fans in america were as hungry as they are in australia

got the heart of failure

got stuff for the broads and the boys

there's something all for the fellas

just climb back

and just get chill with us now

hey yo and why's that? cause i'm sick of yellin so loud

but i'm the hungriest alive

can't to do won't wait

so turn your head for a second you might lose your place

so it's doc dim meets adelaide

ey oh just bring the platinum plaques this way. pull up a chair

and kick your feet on the table

let down you hair

lean back in your seat if you're able

we've got the jazz

for your speakeasy conversations

it's the universal language of relaxation. i heard there ain't no party like an open bar

we lay out rhymes like drinks for a broken heart

heartbreak like liquor in an open scar

so bizarre

roll thick like smokers tar

tell me who can rock parties with no guitar

and if i ain't getting paid then i'm leaving in the promoter's car

tell me who you know this far

gone

on till the moments. gone

on till the break of this government's back

and it's on till my mates are all loving the tracks

no thugs in his raps

no muggings and macks

and no guns

just trying to get us up on the map

bust

suffa on wax

trust it's on

i'm trying to do for rhyme what digital cameras did for porn

born in a small town

die with a big mouth

hoods tore it all down

shouts to the kids south. pull up a chair

and kick your feet on the table

let down you hair

lean back in your seat if you're able

we've got the jazz

for your speakeasy conversations

it's the universal language of relaxation

pull up a chair

and kick your feet on the table

let down you hair

lean back in your seat if you're able

we've got the jazz

for your speakeasy conversations

it's the universal language of relaxation

pull up a chair

and kick your feet on the table

let down you hair

lean back in your seat if you're able

we've got the jazz

for your speakeasy conversations

it's the universal language of relaxation

pull up a chair

and kick your feet on the table

let down you hair

lean back in your seat if you're able

we've got the jazz

for your speakeasy conversations

it's the universal language of relaxation.