Got You Sussed Songtext
von Pegz

Its Peg and Muph spitting lines finer than airbrush
Over platonic percussion tighter than bear hugs
Snare drums creeping like Russian nuclear subs
Shallow thoughts sleeping like who do you trust
They live and gorge through your dead end
Leading to heaven, forge for brethren
Corporate support is there when
You′re like an Aryan solarium suntan
I count my crew close on one hand

Well it's the two man funk band, here for the true fans
Running like a nude man straight through your game
Streaker, two Aussie born leaders blowing up speakers
Reverse panel reaches put a dent in your brain
Self inflict the pain and in came the gain
Spit the flames and bring the rain
And watch your hollow flows get swallowed by the drain


I got you son
Backstabbing and gossiping
I got you son
Backstabbing and gossiping

I lay low, roam the gun metal grey zone
Where the prolific get lifted and stay home
′Cause rainbow warriors sabotage your gravestone
A slave drone camouflagued by a payphone
Waiting for the wrong move like Gestapo
Hiding behind tinted windows of a Tarago
Headhunting Jivaro, cold as saharo
High off tomato leaves and oregano

Raised like forklifts thoughts which walk with
Flawless assorted beauties, can't move me
When you talk shit, bored with the repetitive life
And the negative vibe, so blind I'm tripping in time
Over the cord, bringing life to a morgue
Pegasis and Muphin, this is something above board

I got you son
Backstabbing and gossiping
I got you son
Backstabbing and gossiping


Muphin life′s one repercussion, we pay the price later
I document it with a ballpoint lightsaber
Expose your saviour as a rice paper icebreaker
Throw his whole live band off a skyscraper
Kidnap the hype man and beat him with his vibrator
Then sue the whole damn label for child labour
That ain′t the sound that turned poor kids
Into Kings of New York like Christopher Walkens

Style crusader, more than mild flavour
Sort of wild behaviour, sure to wake your neighbour
Greater union projector flash visuals
I'll meet you at the pinnacle, the point of the peak
It disappoints when you speak, a developed technique
While we leak the street, sleek deliveries
Finicky with these damn new flip type manuscripts

Giving out the wrong information
Backstabbing and gossiping
Information, information
I got you son
Giving out the wrong information
Backstabbing and gossiping
You′re ignorant
Giving out the wrong information