Five Minutes To Midnight - Vents

Yeah!

I got nothing but a lot of resent and an utter contempt

Waiting for a scumbag something like a hundred percent

Fucking with Vents, fucking with Ses', fucking with Pegz

Obese and all of that, nothing but friends

Nothing but love, rough in the ruggedest form

Centigrade heat keep the mic kind of warm

We born to live a life to die so I find

The right way to jet, no pain and regret

Waving the black and the red, justice and peace

More getting along and less fucking police

Cooking dope over wonderful beats

My reputation like Cold Crush Brothers when it come to the beefs

I keep no respect for a man that talk

To his mother like a bitch and sell drugs to kids (word 'em up)

You ain’t the hard type

You a chicken shit bitch-made retard sucking that glass pipe

That’s why I don’t trust nobody but me

Everybody squabbling about nothing look funny to me

It’s five minutes to midnight

You wanna fight about skin colour?

Gonna be a long hot summer

Don’t trust nobody but me

Everybody out waving those flags look funny to me

It’s five minutes to midnight

You wanna fight about this bullshit?

Get your card pulled quick

I got nothing but a lack of respect for a fucker

That sending men to war, so the damn unleaded can pour

I got nothing but hate for a man with a corporate dick

So far in his date, he’s shitting out yellowcake

Nobody get a break unless you make

The kind of loot that the fast food generate

Eat a Big Mac?

I’d rather eat a piece of shit

Smeared off of Adolph’s dick

You picked the wrong rapper to fuck with

The world like Yorkshire '79 and I’m Sutcliffe

And I’ma bust with maniacal rage

While my man here scratch like he dying of AIDS, huh!

From the padded room to the catacomb

Living in a vacuum, then back to the maggots soon

Back to the dust in a rush

Vents in effect, see you in the next lifetime bruz, what up?!

That’s why I don’t trust nobody but me

Everybody squabbling about nothing look funny to me

It’s five minutes to midnight

You wanna fight about skin colour?

Gonna be a long hot summer

Don’t trust nobody but me

Everybody out waving those flags look funny to me

It’s five minutes to midnight

You wanna fight about this bullshit?

Get your card pulled quick

I got a whole lot of love for my real mates

Mr. Trials in effect yelling rage at the kids and it feel great

I got love for my girl Kate

I know it’s hard for you but every day like my birth date

And every snake get the finger

We could take the ruckus outside like Meninga

Sicker than Maralinga, I’m the bringer of justice

Hardcore dissidence, what the fuck is this?

Vents One, Hard to Kill, bars of steel

Rhyme foul like a gram and a half a pill

Got love for the young guns playing my noise

Rhyming like Vents, slaying them toys

Making that choice to get smart

Even thought school is a factory line and you the next part

Much love for my mates

Much grief and torment forever to the down low snakes

That’s why I don’t trust nobody but me

Everybody squabbling about nothing look funny to me

It’s five minutes to midnight

You wanna fight about skin colour?

Gonna be a long hot summer

Don’t trust nobody but me

Everybody out waving those flags look funny to me

It’s five minutes to midnight

You wanna fight about this bullshit?

Get your card pulled quick