Tactical
School barz with the mates show my self esteem
You know I wrote my first barz at the age of sixteen
It's real, been scribbling lyrics for three years
Thinking if Felix will be kicking it with no mistake
They be like what's he like but you know I fit the profile
Dislike me but I clash 'em as soon as I see them go by
Caus my lyrics are as tactical as it gets
A poet from the city not the capital
My rhymes are rapid and static my flow's dynamic
My words are politic 'caus incorrect is problematic
Pathetic so see me shoot my shot prove I'm all that's needed
No acupuncture but I play the needle through the groove
Try to feel it when the rhythm is speeding
Miss Hip-Hop from the past but no disgrace I'm here at last
You try to shoot I blast. Paw paw I'm spittin fact's
I'm like Wu-Tang infused with Nas when the beat is there to act
So switch it
(Yeah pablaww ha you don't fuck with the Harmo Records crew man)
One two three, there is a new Antwerp city MC
We're takin oldschool back to the top, back with tactical Hip-Hop wayoo
I'm sayin one two three, and with the sample of Flat Earth Society
And with the smooth bass when the beat drops, back with tactical Hip-Hop wayoo
Wa-wayo wa-wayo wa-wayo, wa-wayo wa-wayo wa-wayoo
Hittin on twins like nine eleven
I'm rappin twenty-four-seven smokin like Mac and Devin
Taking the word of the devil like I'm Paris
Straight to Dakar no Balavoine no helicopter crisis
Hoopin like I'm Kobe and stay cool 'caus most be hipin
And there's no need to play the fool we mostly vibin
But we still need to find some weed
'Caus to chill out man that's the only thing we'll need
It's plug one two three and that's the magic number
We're only a few meters high and rising to the peek
Originality is what I seek take a sound from the nineties and make it unique
Authentic energetic my rhyme is academic
Makes you see things differently like a hallucinogenic
So let me deliver my raw perspective
Know my sources share my thoughts all's eclectic when I wreck it
(Yeah you heard it right it's the four-two-seven on this shit motherfucker)
One two three, there is a new Antwerp city MC
We're takin oldschool back to the top, back with tactical Hip-Hop wayoo
I'm sayin one two three, and with the sample of Flat Earth Society
And with the smooth bass when the beat drops, back with tactical Hip-Hop wayoo
Wa-wayo wa-wayo wa-wayo, wa-wayo wa-wayo wa-wayoo
Every morning a new plan and every evening switching up the program
Barz surrealistic like a coke stand
So I go on an adventure like if we were goin to 'Nam
'Cause I give a fair trade smoke the green like Oxfam
We're like a bro clan we kick it hard no fucks given
Like some virgin children no sins keep it clean
But kick it rough when I destroy the scene it ain't enough
I wanna destroy daily live like 'rona but without the cough
I finish the juice not like Hitler 'caus I finish the job
Buy purple deep inhalings get fucked up like the mobb
I only smoke no drinking like the bob
No hypocrites if you follow but you don't like you gettin blocked in a headlock
I'll tie you all up like a dreadlock (that's fucked)
Listenin to The Beatles while yo ass knocked (wake up)
I'll stick you with a needle like a dreadlock (please stop)
You thought this was a motherfuckin test fuck
You know I wrote my first barz at the age of sixteen
It's real, been scribbling lyrics for three years
Thinking if Felix will be kicking it with no mistake
They be like what's he like but you know I fit the profile
Dislike me but I clash 'em as soon as I see them go by
Caus my lyrics are as tactical as it gets
A poet from the city not the capital
My rhymes are rapid and static my flow's dynamic
My words are politic 'caus incorrect is problematic
Pathetic so see me shoot my shot prove I'm all that's needed
No acupuncture but I play the needle through the groove
Try to feel it when the rhythm is speeding
Miss Hip-Hop from the past but no disgrace I'm here at last
You try to shoot I blast. Paw paw I'm spittin fact's
I'm like Wu-Tang infused with Nas when the beat is there to act
So switch it
(Yeah pablaww ha you don't fuck with the Harmo Records crew man)
One two three, there is a new Antwerp city MC
We're takin oldschool back to the top, back with tactical Hip-Hop wayoo
I'm sayin one two three, and with the sample of Flat Earth Society
And with the smooth bass when the beat drops, back with tactical Hip-Hop wayoo
Wa-wayo wa-wayo wa-wayo, wa-wayo wa-wayo wa-wayoo
Hittin on twins like nine eleven
I'm rappin twenty-four-seven smokin like Mac and Devin
Taking the word of the devil like I'm Paris
Straight to Dakar no Balavoine no helicopter crisis
Hoopin like I'm Kobe and stay cool 'caus most be hipin
And there's no need to play the fool we mostly vibin
But we still need to find some weed
'Caus to chill out man that's the only thing we'll need
It's plug one two three and that's the magic number
We're only a few meters high and rising to the peek
Originality is what I seek take a sound from the nineties and make it unique
Authentic energetic my rhyme is academic
Makes you see things differently like a hallucinogenic
So let me deliver my raw perspective
Know my sources share my thoughts all's eclectic when I wreck it
(Yeah you heard it right it's the four-two-seven on this shit motherfucker)
One two three, there is a new Antwerp city MC
We're takin oldschool back to the top, back with tactical Hip-Hop wayoo
I'm sayin one two three, and with the sample of Flat Earth Society
And with the smooth bass when the beat drops, back with tactical Hip-Hop wayoo
Wa-wayo wa-wayo wa-wayo, wa-wayo wa-wayo wa-wayoo
Every morning a new plan and every evening switching up the program
Barz surrealistic like a coke stand
So I go on an adventure like if we were goin to 'Nam
'Cause I give a fair trade smoke the green like Oxfam
We're like a bro clan we kick it hard no fucks given
Like some virgin children no sins keep it clean
But kick it rough when I destroy the scene it ain't enough
I wanna destroy daily live like 'rona but without the cough
I finish the juice not like Hitler 'caus I finish the job
Buy purple deep inhalings get fucked up like the mobb
I only smoke no drinking like the bob
No hypocrites if you follow but you don't like you gettin blocked in a headlock
I'll tie you all up like a dreadlock (that's fucked)
Listenin to The Beatles while yo ass knocked (wake up)
I'll stick you with a needle like a dreadlock (please stop)
You thought this was a motherfuckin test fuck
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Writer(s): Felix Katz
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