Res And DatKid Comparisons Lyrics
Comparisons is a new track by two members from the Bristol crew Split Prophets, Datkid & Res feature on the track. They're also working on a collaborative album which is due for release very soon, no doubt the album will also feature many of the Split Prophets chipping in with a verse here or two. Check out their new track 'Comparisons' below and stay tuned for more on their album.
Res & DatKid - Comparisons Lyrics
Res
- Alright, let’s get it started then
- I’m a marker to your parker pen
- A big stinky tenth to your half a ten
- A breeze to your market tent
- A yard to your park and bench
- Big bars to your garden fence
- I’m a spark, you’re drenched
Datkid
- Let’s get it straight
- I’m a Bentley to your rusty Ford
- You’re nothing more than a flick knife to my mucky sword
- It’s like a little garden gate up to some double doors
- Or a dumb drunken scuffle when there’s a fucking war
Res
- We’re like K2 and Everest to C-cup bras
- Beirut to Devonshire, a key to a bar
- When you’re weak with your speech
- I spit teeth from the start
- You’re a little bitch fish
- In deep with the sharks
Datkid
- We’re sunrays in the dark
- A big field of dreams
- You’re a blade of the grass
- Trying to aim at the stars
- But you couldn’t find the way if I made you a path
- I’m a flame to your sparks
- You’re a vein, I’m a heart
Chorus x2
- It’s just comparisons not battling or arrogance
- But you ain’t challengers, you’re amateurs
- We’re deep in the streets dodging PCs and cameras
- We eat beats; you need heat to battle us
- I speed speech these weak feeble characters
Datkid
- So who the fuck you starting with?
- I’m Mr Miyagi to you karate kids
- A thousand million miles to this half an inch
- Dark eclipse over your little village
- Steamrolling your clique in half a minute
- You’re barely beginning after we’ve hit the finish
Res
- We’re like C4; you’re like a bag of matches on the sea floor
- Dropping heavy rhymes to leave you flying from the seesaw
- And not because we eat more
- My rhymes stay fresh and healthy
- You’re like a baghead trying to rap about getting wealthy
Datkid
- We’re like paedophiles on steroids to you 3 year olds
- You’re a sleazy old silver ring; I’m a key of gold
- I stay fresher while you go green and mould
- You’ll get beat to pulp
- Watch a tiger fight a kitty cat and eat it whole
- You’re like the pavement to my dutty kicks
- A razor to a bucky
- I’m Chuckie to all you hating kids
- Your statements ain’t the same as this
- We’re made for it
- While you waste your days away trying to make a take of it
- My cadence makes a ? switch
Chorus x2
- It’s just comparisons not battling or arrogance
- But you ain’t challengers, you’re amateurs
- We’re deep in the streets dodging PCs and cameras
- We eat beats; you need heat to battle us
- I speed speech these weak feeble characters
