TASK FORCE

TASK FORCE - One Step Ahead lyrics

[Chester P Hackenbush]

Any competition finish quick like a brody

This parocat rapper spells set backs to phonies

I mosy through my art form all cosy and warm

My cries electrocute the skies like a lightning storm

With moon child poetry, I don't rain I monsoon

And in this high noon rebellion I'm totally cartoon

This is freaky animation, man the stations

For a brain tax, tangible levels of creations

Look back from a space age history

I'm like a cosmic gypsy, from black holes to red dwarfs

I'm known for crushing pip squeaks

Who talk that familiar talk but ain't cutting it

Deeps how I cut, I beam you up to my mothership

I got time on my hands and dirt under my fingernails

[Farma Giles]

From grabbing dirty tricks and gathering street tales

Many follow the bear, I walk the ways of explorers

Some heads got bypassed trying hard to ignore us

Individ Robustus, strong solo

Moves silent on your promos

Removing sapiens from your homos

I'll derange your feelings like Silasiben fungis

Farma's hawkeye the slayer

Fork tongue destroyer

Slain the warrior, holy war sagas, rap related war starters

So get ready for your orders

The final chapter inciting flames to wrap around your stature

Mess with a decade like Thatcher in the 80s

[Chorus x2: Chester P Hackenbush]

I'm a space man type, urban cowboy perisher

Word consuming voice box leveller

I'm the vox populi plus the one man burial

MUD Fam, Bury Crew one step ahead of you

[Farma Giles]

Catch a banger word rapper explosive

Like Joseph's technicoloured coat that he posed in

I suddenly have full bloom, I rose to cris' anthems

Played by boys and girls like 'We Are The Champions'

This is my piece, a soundscape plus visual backing

I'm attacking with force in all areas that you lack in

Farma fortified aspects represents me alone

Skill packer rapper gold diction, iron bones

Body's damaged words savaged, hiding feelings in holes

My pole position left skidmarks in your ho

Tombstone sideburns, concrete hairstyles

Absorbing stone faces of statues of Farma Giles

[Chester P Hackenbush]

And you can watch us fathering a million offsprings

In this orgy of construction, who's the stud running tings?

Speaking splang that you can't dopplegang, too unique

Off time from the mouths of many minds, I speak

To those running blind in search of what I definitely own

There's no shares in what's mine so take your sorry self home

And go to work, on something you created yourself

Or go to dirt, my twelth's 'n' five, that's where my fires born

Via N5 worldwide is where I get my corn

I'm feeding from a field of form packed to the borderline

Knowing that I've got to stuff my face because we're short of time

Although there's no expiry date on none of my lyrics

They're best before the end, also known as the finish

[Chorus x2]

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