Status Frantic
(DJ Moves, Tank Diggs,
& Mach Spitz)
Written, composed, &
produced by: DJ Moves
(Brian Higgins)
Featuring: Tank Diggs
(Paul Caruso) and Mach Spitz
(Cory McCallum)
Mixed & mastered by:Kabal
for Midian Music(c)2019
lyrics
“Status Frantic”
(V1.[Kabal])
Since the days of 86' I was paying my dues,
In 2K19, kids are only buying fly shoes/
You never knew about the hard times we went through,
As you gingerly hit the enter key & your bullshit is sent through/
What you know about being home alone,
every day since you was 8 years old with only one phone/
Moms on the line, so you gotta hike a few miles,
Unless you was lucky enough to have a bike to ride the two miles/
To your best friends and rat-a-tat on the door,
But his Dad sent him out to get some cigarettes from the store/
Trek around town, trying to track your friends down,
Just to mess around town, until the sun goes down/
No helmets no pads, home made first aid,
Return my neighbours empty pop bottles & hit the arcade/
Fathers smoking in their cars, while the mothers spank kids,
& if you don't believe me then muthafuckin' ask Tank Diggs/
(Chorus [Tank Diggs])
Those be coming around are fucking around not ready for action,
this ain't no P.S.A. not asking for participation/
Your stunned reaction, smile of satisfaction,
now we can break this down right to the minuscule fractions/
You ain't got the talent, the lyrics, the spit,
you ain't got the drive, the passion, the shit/
You're stranded abandoned left you right where you are standing,
i came and crash landed left my mark and left you branded/
A tank diggs fanatic, still no need to panic,
Kabal got you swinging off the walls status frantic/
(V2.[Tank Diggs])
Father forgive em' for they know not what they do,
i'm sorry father you'll hafta forgive me too/
I said im going in not coming out until I win, the ice you're standing in,
I can see it wearing thin, sound clash like bedouin/
Where do I begin to notify your next of kin?,
the times ticking I'm counting down the hours/
Funeral arrangements whole lot of flowers,
douse you in gas and then start setting fires/
I aspire to acquire everything that life requires,
no pacifiers just microphones and amplifiers/
(V2.5[Kabal])
Speaking of amps, I bet you never even plugged in,
Whatchu know bout' vinyl digging through the bargain bin?/
Strong arming anything, trying to be a rhythm king,
Tape deck recorder looping beats and let the record spin/
4 track loaded, put the demo out covert,
Now the youth think D.I.Y. is some new kind of yogurt/
Rape the digital age, while making minimum wage,
The only show you kids rock are on a digital stage/
(Chorus [Kabal/Tank Diggs])
You'll never know about the road, or the fan interaction,
this ain't no P.S.A. not asking for participation/
Just hacking up the stickers with the scissors then I stack 'em,
now we can break this down right to the minuscule fractions/
Ever dubbed tapes for days & made inserts to fit?
you ain't got the drive, the passion, the shit/
Backstabbing with handles in chat rooms like phantoms,
i came and crash landed left my mark and left you branded/
Tank Diggs & Big Moves, & the moves is gigantic,
Kabal got you swinging off the walls status frantic/
(V3.[Mach Spitz]
Put down yer Sudafed eat all your veggies
I’m a fucking boot a head stepping like a Reggie
We the North but we’re not nice Canucklers
Learn early we’re surly turnbucklers
The 5-1-niners once kings of Dufferin
Out-of-liners leaving whiners needing bufferin
We snuffle up a Gust, you shuffle off to sleep
You snuggle up to us we snuff you while you sleep
We raking eyes taking all sorts of liberties
Foreign object check cry me a river please
We the biters with the cannibal feel
Uncontrollable, like George the animal Steele
Forever munchin fools be our luncheon
Tools catch a crunchin noobs know we punchin
Straight cheating from the flip like a belichek
DDTing everybody break a fellas neck
Lowdown dastardly dirty double dealers
Bottom of the deck dudes dosing at the peelers
Got em by the neck shoot first askin never
Mad dad Bad asses fast masked and clever
Boos for the villainous these three the chillinest
Got you praying yo god these fools are killing us
Better hope the ref sees like an eagle
Never rope holding no tags are legal
(Chorus [Kabal/Mach Spitz])
It’s “El Rudo day” attacking luchadores, unmasking,
this ain't no P.S.A. not asking for participation/
My torture rack back breaker leaving fools in traction,
now we can break this down right to the minuscule fractions/
My suicide dive, come crashing, legit,
you ain't got the drive, the passion, the shit/
I’m caning like Sandman, Singapore to heads two handed
i came and crash landed left my mark and left you branded/
Mach Spitz, Tank & Moves, just like Andre, gigantic,
Kabal got you swinging off the walls status frantic/
credits
from North of Hell,
released June 26, 2019
DJ MOVES(B.Higgins)
KABAL(K.Theodoropolus)
TANK DIGGS(P.Caruso)
MACH SPITZ(C.McCallum)
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