Rogue State - Rogue Squadron, Jin Hackman, Wordsmanifest

Song Title: Rogue State

Produced, Composed & Arranged by MicWrecka

MicWrecka vocals recorded by himself at The Wrecktifier Lab

Yang Arif, R.A.S.H The Warchild & WordsManifest vocals recorded by Al-Z at

Alpha Studios

Sxph vocals recorded by himself at Menara Mimpi

Jin Hackman vocals recorded by himself at Jiniusatwork Studio

Cuts by DJ Nesh recorded by Dae Kim at Jiniusatwork Studio

Mixed by MicWrecka at The Wrecktifier Lab

I never left, decide to return

Some had gain fame the rest still never learn

So peers declined while technically refined

This is bigger than the bars, beats and punchlines

The thrill of victory, the agony defeat

If i ain’t your favourite rapper tell em Im here to compete

Completely deplete the deceit to obsolete

Transform decepticon stars scream retreat

Wack rappers are dough-nuts (donuts) their mind on krispy kreme (cream)

This is freddy kruger to those living the dream

The Rebel Scum standing up againts any regime

Keep on fightin, til the end justifies the means

You up againts a poet with a heart of warrior

Excessive mutated midi-chlorian sure to worry ya

Skills of a jedi, silver tongue of an orator

Rhetoric approach with the force of breakin barrier

Then i bury ya entertainment form of diversion

Bombarded by weapons of mass distraction

Conclusion the dumb enslaved to the rhythm

The death is blinded they hearin aids they retarded vision

(Hook)

Micwrecking with not fear, say your prayers

Tribal saliva spears on your neck, scumbag respect

Illing lord villain take pillage and burn

Until the learn, lyrics that send spirits to wastelands

Face slam with words, make you nervous

Connoissessur C4 every floor

Though manifest, knowledge is born

Spawn weapons out of thin air

Overstand study sand, punch a nail with skills

Spill quills, battlefield motivators of wind chills

Never still, erased from outerspace

No easy escape, break frames insane chew a chain

Run trains, flow water like drain out body weight

Orginal greed, dont care for a seed, any breed

Put you in the ground quick growth get smoked

Pounds of choke, find a rope, scriber notes

Rebel ghost rider coat, viper low at the art show

Camel clutch tight grip, no hammers rust

Know harm in trust, warning alarms

Fishing pond dump average, anti social immaculate

Folded soldier body disposal, real players are choses

(Hook)

Saph been quiet but the pen still scribblin text

Still rep the set, wrap up sets and receivin cheques

AIM nominated

I was broke at the time, them beats was made on illegal apps

But still I rock a legit flow

Dont act like u didn’t know

Been on levels u never been to

Spits kerosine, my mic’s like a flame thrower

The most favorite among rappers, bruh i see u

So sick, should’ve been admitted in

I plead guilty i murder tracks, no reasonin

Uh- Behind them 16 bars was my imprisonment

Ya’ll stylin on a ??, but showin no experience

Fuck it, i choked in a battle on TV

I’m always way better in the studio, numbers i still see

And I’m still fit to rap coz the metronome’s clickin

Don’t need the mic but the mic begged me to keep spittin'

Double LLF, Rogues In This MF

Who Wanna F With Us?

My Villains Bring Doom Like MF

The Metal Face, Worst Than The Leather Face

Rip Ya Face Off, Stitch It On My Straight Jacket, Leather Face

Rogues Wrecking Up Ya Whole Section, Full Effect

Flow Handsome, You And Your Crew Hold Hands Bitch

Throw Axes, Put Ya In A Cold Casket

Burn You, Take The Bong And Smoke Yo Ashes

I Crack heads of Crack Heads With An Eightball

Got The Secret Recipe, Of Course We 'Bout To Cake Off

Stretch Ya Tiny Vocals, You’ll Sound Like Nate Dogg

Leave A Rapper Faceless Because He Wanted A Face Off

Rogues Squadron, We Make Ya Whole Squadron

We Fold MCs And Chuck 'Em Like An Old Carpet

Stop Talking 'Bout The Techs Ya Blew

Underground Or Mainstream, I’m Like F You 2, Lawalah

(Hook)

The way I’m Ramen (rhyming), it’s like I lost my noodles

Draw crowds like Fritilldea, that’s just how I doodle

Style so peculiar, while yours is straight doodoo

Might go slap a panda to leave her bamboo-zled

Foolproof strategy, drop bombs steadily

Those biting my shit hard are guaranteed the cavities

Which era did it best?

Nineties, eighties, seventies

Hmm, that’s irrelevant, rap’s killing it presently

Bring the ruckus like a group of Chinese tourists

Wrap yourselves in orange robes — still can’t boo this (Buddhist)

Always push the envelope when it comes to music

There ain’t no antidote for me, I am just too sick

And way too Nice to be coached, slicing your throats

Pen game so tight, I’ll even write for your ghosts

We bumping Sean Price, yall bumping Sean Paul

You fuckin cornballs, my Rogues are on call

And you know it

My 16s drop with the rage of six teens

Ain’t no other kind of dope designed to fix fiends

Fuck a firefight — here’s an old man who spits flame

And who knocks you out the frame I can’t even fit screens

I won’t even fuck your life, you shoulda been aborted

Frontin like you payin dues, when we know you can’t afford it

Straighten out your mic cord, bitch, make sure it’s not distorted

And if Manifest is on it then you best fuckin record it

Stop — you can’t see us, my squad is visualisers

And you bleedin on the floor before you realise it

No victims in my life, only slaughtered victimizers

Cuz even when I fall and get back up no victim rises

… Fall back son, shit is unfuckwittable

Fuck a subliminal, I been openly critical

Before you clap, best make sure your gun cocked

I got you runnin round the block tryina match one syllable

Don’t need the mic but the mic begged me to keep spittin

(Hook)