The Infamous

Harms;
STUCKFOOT

The long awaited collaboration motherfuckers
2011
Get ready for this shit
Hras kill em' buddy

Hras;
Paintin' galaxies with my pen
These normalities are changing like my friends
Sick of saving up to spend, sick of blazing up for it to end
I'm fake enough to blend
My ribs are shaking as I ascend to a higher haven
Alone away free at last
I'm at one with my inner being
While I stick clean stay as far east of my past
Impossible I'm lost in it I turn back to us choppin' it
Before the beats we were boxin' it rocking the city like a rocket hit
I often wonder if I'm shockin', shit, plain common, rotten or coppin' dick
Hoping my fans aren't copying it, am I wack or the opposite?
Stuckfoot's hieroglyphic prophecets
No novices, its evident
Awful Harm the two elements this proves evidence
Hras Harm Awful fulla' dopeness like a pharmacy chemist

Harms;
Wha wha what wha what
Yeahhh, Hras Harms

I got a lung infection, so forgive me

So I'm alone in my room diggin' through some deep crates
Mr I don't need mates to tell me how the weed tastes
A bunch of green apes caught up on the weekdays
Whining bout' the man and all the money that he makes
Shut your mouth now, Put on your mean face
Listen to this miserable man that the scene hates
With obscene taste for B break conducting
You wanna plate of something utterly disgusting?
If I'm the cook well you could say I got the flavours right
Beats made greater like the lyrics from the crazy minds
Yo, there's none as great as I
I'm like an onion cut me open and I'm guaranteed to make you cry
Take these lines and consider them some danger signs
Run somewhere safe to hide when these two mates combine
Hras Harm, More Than Art, It's a way of life
ALL HELL it never ends representing till the day I die
What

011 motherfuckers
For all you facebook feigns