Where You Been (feat. Chillinit)

It's that N to the E to the RVE Chill, chill, brother I'm chill They be like, "Nerve where the fuck you been" They know where the flows been at So dope with the rap That you feel like you smoked a bag every time I approach the track It's the nerve and the chill and we murder bills Like Kim Jong we be ill with the verbal skills It kicks off like a drill so observe the real We're pissed off, like for real we deserve the mills Like I know you don't know what I know 'Cause I'm so dope like a dose of hydro These guys don't know what flows are tight so I go for broke 'til I broke the mic yo I go for broke 'til I broke the bank You wanna be captain but your flows are rank I bust bars, bust bars like a loaded tank And know it's click clack boom I explode your game Blake be hard when I spray the bar Jump on the mic get strung like a bass guitar Chase the art 'til I make my mark While the crews chopsticks like an asian bar New bars pop tops like Toohey's Jump on a beat get chopped, suey Rock and I roll 'til the systems are down I'm it like the clown run it up like Fui Moi Moi smoke to my lungs Never had a brother that has broken my trust I'd head back to Nerve's with ten packs of bourbon And rack up with girls that were smokin' the buds Nah, passion like fruit Weed in the back of my boot Still back at my dudes Can't stop with the ragabond dues 'Til we hit primetime on the channel 9 news All these other actors are whack, they been turkey's They dry and they overpriced like beef jerky I'm high, no I'm not, I lied, I keep dirty I'm grimy, I flow like Christ, the priest heard me Blazin' tracks in my vapormax Face the facts I'm the greatest you ain't a match Take it back like the sega I'm breakin backs I make raps so amazing you'd pay to jack My team make tracks on the regular Big macs so we stackin' the chedder up Chill kickin' back while he fries up a quarter pound We trying to get the cash hold the lettuce (uh) Think you're hard but you're average, I'm raw I got bars full of madness, psychward Yeah your ice whore said I saw her jiggle I saw, she keeps it in a pipe raw I'm never stopping, I'm dropping it like a pigeon I'm killing it and it keeping 'em talking like a ventriloquist Predicaments predicted I switch it to penicillin Pen is iller with the riddle like ridilin' when I'm spittin' it C to the H to the ILL Chillin' with the chill and they whipping it like they licorice The rhythm gettin ridden with writtens, I'm 'bout to finish and Smoke weed brah, how's that for a flow scheme uh? Jump on a plane then puff me a J, getting raw with the levels I'm a chill MC but I kill MC's like scorpion venom MC's get squeezed like lemon Still been stuck in a Rudd like Kevin If nerve spits raps like an MP5 lad Then chill's brought the green like lettuce If you ain't heard of the Nerve or the Chill by now, then homie Where the fuck you been? Where the fuck you been? Tell me right now where the fuck you been? If you ain't heard of the Nerve or the Chill by now, then homie Where the fuck you been? Where the fuck you been? Tell me right now where the fuck you been? Promoters ask for me and they get the crew 20 man on stage like a Skepta shoot Bet the fans gonna boo when they mention you I go ham in the booth 'til I dent the roof I go ham in the booth 'til I break the mic I hate lives, just yours, I ain't hating mine I stay tryin' to refrain from the blatant lies But when I sent you a dope I was wasting time I'm all about my crew and me Bombing up Youtube or computer screens I send shots and they cut like a movie scene But homie you could never edit me, I'm too pristine Chill man, I think they need a break These punchlines too deep I can see the veins We'll be live on a Saturday night, we getting hype from the mic Why they actin', Tina Fey Wait Girl got the doobs I puff it 20K views, that's nothin' (nothin') fuck it Buds in a vacuum seal and it comes in a six pack deal that's nuggets Love it, drive with snapped ID lad Shut it up lad a Black Eyed Peaz rap This ain't no Fergie-Ferg Burn your first beat down to the black, I beat that Stay fly like turbulence go berserk when I murder the verse I spit And if cops come around on the block for the pot I just say what I rock for medicinal purposes Puff on the stacks of bud Lights and the camera, where be the action 'cause Me and wombat stay kicking back with the packs of the kush in the boot of the Mazda truck No one came to your headline, how sad Everyone steady asking where the crowd at I drop beats that make your legs go numb And the track's so loud that I push 'em in a pound bag Chill and talk backstage with the chick fans Skrub's surfing the crowd like it's his jam Mackinos wilin' on the decks goin skitz man Wombats gacked at the back off a quick gram We make the fans ask for more You a sham trying to jam like your bars are raw We're the mans with a plan, outclass you all Got more shows then Stan look how far we've gone (how far) And look how far we gon' go We just at the start and we hardly slow We living this out like Salvadore Dali go all Picasso we can't be broke So I was chilling with my brothers with the herbs and a bong packed Plus shows with the Nerve and the Wombat Skrub down on the deck with a mac at the fact Talakai's been stoned where the bongs at? Pass the bars and I pass the flame Pass the J, try savour the aftertaste And my bars are the bomb like Duke I might Nuk' em With new shit, blow 'em like Saddam Hussein Three tracks, one month (get bodied) Never gonna stop, gonna drop (get bodied) Shouts to the brothers from the Northside gang Runnin' around in hottie yelling out (get bodied) All about them flows 'Bout that money, I'm about them hoes Probably why them girls Got them curves and the lips like a motherfuckin' outback road If you ain't heard of the Nerve or the Chill by now, then homie Where the fuck you been? Where the fuck you been? Tell me right now where the fuck you been? If you ain't heard of the Nerve or the Chill by now, then homie Where the fuck you been? Where the fuck you been? Tell me right now where the fuck you been? If you ain't heard of the Nerve or the Chill by now, then homie Where the fuck you been? Where the fuck you been? Tell me right now where the fuck you been? If you ain't heard of the Nerve or the Chill by now, then homie Where the fuck you been? Where the fuck you been? Tell me right now where the fuck you been?