feat. Ciecmate, Dazastah, Rest in peace to the children who were shot in the back from the military, Junta hot on their tracks For the love that why their uncle packs a in their bags What the fuck, do the same with no options in hand So stop the wack raps you illiterate stale horse shit, you a piss in the gale force winds Battling me like I to start busting for you I'm a suspect package, I got nothing to prove Fuck it, I'll you straight from the kitchen And kill fly shit like Norman Bates with a pigeon Listen. I'm and blind to your fallacy war Like a land child victim all bandaged and sore Damage and you down until your spirit is vanquished like traditional does to indigenous factions It's more than black and white, like racism Cos the face of hate appears you face the mirror more than people starving to eat Cos food for is running short in this marketed scene It's hard to believe when you feel smashing the mirror But Charlie Chimp will pick you up an angry gorilla
Yeah I'm in that pattern... I sit up late with a and wait for the magic to happen Just for rapping wack catchin a slappin put you under pressure like a pilot with cracks in his cabin Have shot, see if you can take this spot I'ma play strategically and take you got Ciecmate! Game over, now you the deal Here with my bro's and pro's in our chosen fields Standing like a wall to wall, public letter blockbuster Got a lust for life, plus a lot of love for those I trust with my I'ma my life like I like on any given night and anything else isn't right Time's ticking by, time's making changes, turning friends into strangers I'm trying to find what the aim is, but time's I've gotta make and for everyone, everyday it's the same shit Big brother wants us all to put it in a But it's built on lies like the administration The media be ya and we just believe it huh? the curtain men are getting greedier We need to peel the back and hurt em bad And then spread the wealth to all those who've been getting held down Can I get some help now? Or can I get a yeah? I'm this for everybody's welfare
"... now, may these MC's in peace"
"Rest in peace" "may these rest in peace Because when I come to town, the population decrease" --> Big Daddy
in peace, two thousand and six shit changes quickly Def to all man so I'm in lip read Pick me like a gypsy a pocket Depict me like David Hicks that rocket A mix breed of Scottish and a day Australia's but Mundine treats us like an alien, no Man that Waltzing Matilda with my rucksack Cut back on the ego, rap to the albino Rip you quicker than teeth wrapped around a See know speech insightful Solid gold heat Hussein's rifle I'm spiteful, only loyal if it's that Starve man's best friend, he's gonna back What, it's just the way it is Dig your grave like letting Michael J. play your kids I can't live in this world full of heads Finding a good one like the Loch Ness Monster, and not Kody But down for my team and what I got When it's my shot, take it never look Or ever make it, dedicated to my fate a known your favourite, I run with wind Pauly Poltergeist and the Brothers Grimm, you know me
Rest in peace bottom feeders, the scourge of the Proof God doesn't need us, from to birth First. my mums didn't me, so meet plan b The worker bee, Ron Burgendy the pants be a big deal, 90 something kilo Aim for the but got Shaq at the free throw Overweight. I can't hold a job but I can hold a steak wash it with a bunch of brown bottles Plutonic made it for charmers The bass bang harder than face planting in armour Heavy metal, hammers banging the over In my headspace, until it's dead the next day, return of the Jedi Sun up to sun down, of the red eye Dr Jekyl, Mr Mean me on on the beat be the recipe for rest in