INTRO
"oh, he was uh, he was a snake-snake
a snake-snake?
why you catch them kind of snakes?
they're tough"
VERSE 1
Sweeps and Bill Grease make the dope, pullin yokes
till they choke, at the end of your rope, ya right, you didn't know
who the gringo think he is, a rap edgar allen poe?
wouldn't know Grease from a pig-latin foe
so it goes Billy Pilgrim, stickin women a decision for incision
was given knowing he was dope
pay attention, in correction, your detention is extended
while I mention I'm the shit right until you croak
the beatings will continue, cracking bone tearing sinew within you
it ain't issue, tearin tissue when you buck and choke
You've got to think when discussing prose
you're at the end of your show, and now the credits roll
some trailer park shit, "that's the way she goes"
go straight to hell champ, don't you pass go
you're lookin still confused kid It ain't Thoreau
Sweeps and Bill Grease make the dope kid now you know
HOOK
~Serpentine~ weaving through the lanes where the gig at
~Serpentine~ twisting through your veins when you drink vats
~Serpentine~ slinking 'round your frame till our money fat
~Serpentine~ till we get the bags like the kings had
we roll zig zags, till we get the big brags
dealing out the dope, like we're tearing off script tags
~Serpentine~ Sweeps and Bill Grease make the dope
And if you didn't know, now you know
VERSE 2
The one and only Bill Grease the rapper nobody knows
dictionary diction, lexicon's a mouth full of narc prose
cardigan Finnegans cracking packs keep em cold
no chain game, almost lame until he clear the throat
wonder where he went until they hear domino
comatose youngsters wonder what it is that make him go
you get Monroe'd, poppin pills throwin bows, cheap thrills
no frills, just bills, shinplaster or gold
Marigold facial hair, he synthesised dope
past life the kid manufactured penicillin outta mold
he kinda sounding like he might of maybe had a fro
his influences got him sounding like a 98 pro
I know I'm cold, Jimmy Iceberg, slim was the right word
heard it in my mind and then I let it go
The kid be trippin way he thinking bout the rhythm
double digit hit em with it - beats per minute you don't even know
HOOK
OUTRO
"now, we don't know one snake from another
they says that (part?) of the snake if he bites you
you'll die in a few minutes
so, I didn't mean to the snake too much harm
but I did it, by breaking its neck"
Intrik, from Indonesia, offers a six-track EP that’s the perfect blend of woozy, hypnagogic melodies and dreamlike rhythms. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 5, 2023