Top Songs By Downsyde
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Downsyde
Künstler:in
Optamus
Stimme und Gesang
Mr. Grevis
Stimme und Gesang
Layla Hanbury
Stimme und Gesang
Flewnt
Stimme und Gesang
Mortar
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Scott Griffiths
Komponist:in
Gary McPhee
Komponist:in
Joshua Eggington
Komponist:in
Darren Reutens
Komponist:in
Royden Mortimer
Komponist:in
Layla Hanbury
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Dazastah
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Mortar
Yeah for starters, kid, it's Mortar Martyre, you're Gomer Pyle. I'm Hartman gunnery sergeant. I ain't laughing, I take it straight, this is not funny.So what, that's stupid smile off your face, dick, I'm gonna take it straight back to basics. You ain't ready for war on stage, you get wasted.I break your mic into pieces, believe me, I can reassemble it with my eyes blindfolded easy. This is my, Mike, right, there are many others like it, but this one is mine, this mic is my life, right. Without a mic, life is useless, without a rhyme define future, every little puke kid, new recruit who produced a unit but couldn't move it. This true grit, you can build a Facebook fan page, but SBX created a movement shit, we speak and breach the wire, when it kicks off, your knobs are pleading for a ceasefire. SBX ain't a crew, it's a core Perth heavy auxiliary ready for all out war
Optamus
SBX. known all around this big planet represent the roots, like, I'm rapping on Jimmy Fallon, haters wanna fucking hate like that bitch Karen. But their shits gammon like that motherfucker Nick Cannon.. We need a bit of balance, cause these rappers looking whack. It's all out war that Hook is fat .That's why we took it back, Dazastah making mad, beats like Breaking Bad he’s explosive with the dosage like he’s cooking crack (BOOM) Where’s the mic? put it back, yo, I murder moments, a third a frozen other third know that my words are potent, the other third, aint fucking worthy opponents Syllabolix, put you all, on what ? on Burn Notice
Chorus
you want beef, then it's all out war
you want beef, then it's all out war
you want beef, then it's all out war
you want beef, then it's all out war
Flewnt
Yah yah, look, S B X is in the place, move the fuck over, cause we need the extra space, give us our respect like we need it yesterday. And we only growing stronger, but we never let it fade, uh yah, challenges, cause we love the shit, but we will never stoop to your level, cause we above it, bitch, we on some other shit, and if I ever slip, I recover quick, 'cause my clique Syllabolix kid fuck them all. We got this shit locked down, never stop us. No, now you know, we made rap real big out west, like rock and roll lock and load music so heavy and might just touch your soul. Rappers fold, cause they know that we the ones that's in control.
Mr Grevis
You bananas throwing beef at Gorilla Grevis evil genius millimetres from killing heathens and spilling leaders of blood Your little wieners ain't evil enough, keep keeping it up. I'm a demon deceitful, you people a sheep, you a bluff, don't perceive you as lethal, no sneakers with blood, I can see you a dud you've conceited, you've got half my arsenal, you little asshole, keep the beef raw like carpaccio, see, I'm sort like, a seesaw of, disorders swing from high to low, from Idaho right below the mighty coast on the west, got the right to gloat, can't ride the flow to roll with the best try to decipher yo, you'll find that every note I project is infectious home's where the heart and where SBX is. If you fucking with my Brethren, or fucking with our queen, then you fucking with me. Get'em Lah get'em Lah, get'em Lah
Layla
You cows do need to worry. There's no beef in my dish.Yeah, I pound my beef to sloppy lucky, only get my shoe in my hubby, no deserve to plus 1, slurring up here by 4, me and monkey, but some daring in the coming, and they still obey the money. Nameless faces hate that junkie once for caring out the hungry, pack a share and acting Harry dang your friends. But I'm cool, hungry all out war, fall down for war, the full gauch pork round against the slaughterhouse wall, caught out naked bowls, and doubt course, she was mortified.She was label coughed and drown beat down, strung out, Jesus Christ, no idea what the seems like, kinda, made me breathe hard. Mad bad boys, Bobby's rapping alike pet cemetery night
Chorus
you want beef, then it's all out war
you want beef, then it's all out war
you want beef, then it's all out war
you want beef, then it's all out war
Written by: Darren Reutens, Gary McPhee, Joshua Eggington, Layla Hanbury, Royden Mortimer, Scott Griffiths