[Verse 1:]
What would happen if today was your last
Would you wake up early get blazed in the park
Would you get off your face in a bar
Would you make love sniffin coccaine in a spa
Would you say sorry for mistakes in your past
Would you try and forgive her for breaking your heart
Would you get what you came to ask before you're gone
Write a letter or record a song
Would you scuba dive, sky dive, hire a Ferrari
Pent house party, set fire to your money
Would you rob the bank, house the homeless
Donate your organs to lousy smokers
Would you focus on your close fam
Cook up a feast of cray fish and spit roast lamb
Would you go back home, walk the streets score some E's
Get off your guts and talk to police
Would you dance to your favourite track
If it was played full blast on a train that's packed
Would you hijack a plane and crash it into parliament
For the freedom to protest an argument
Would you wish you could rewind and start again
Stop playin the harlequin
[Chorus:]
Wake up tomorrow morning
See the sun shine bright
Wake up tomorrow morning
See the sun shine bright
[Verse 2:]
Would you surf the crowd at a James Brown concert
Sing everyword and drink till you vomit
Would you wanna meet the Queen or Dalai Lama
Would you wanna meet George Bush or Osama
Would you wanna meet Ja Rule or Bambaataa
It's what you've done not where you're at or from brother
Are you chained to a desk are you brave with your heart
Are you diggin in the trench in the rain and the mud
I got something that I came ask, what would happen if today was your last
Are you sittin on the bench, are you makin your mark
Afraid of the future and ashamed of the past
I got something that I came ask
What would happen if today was your last?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Would you try a threesome in the back of a Commodore
With a box of Cadbury chocolate body sauce
Would you want it all, tour the Greek Islands
Safari through the Congo to see lions
Would you know the mystery of the Amazon
Would you know the history of the land you're on?
Would you know the industry's a paragon for slimy mother fuckers like Alan Bond
Would you save earth or finish a days work
It's too late, your spirit's a caged bird
Would you make it worth your while
Go tonight, take a bus, steal a posty's motorbike
Would you globalise or let everybody know
We're all victims of economic growth
Would you make a mends, savour every second
Take revenge on your boss with a heavy weapon
Would you let 'em know your darkest secret
Reveal all in your partners grieving
Would you escape from a Divvy van
Fuck like you're being taped on mini cam
What would happen if today was your last?
That's what I came to ask
[Verse 1:]
They underestimated a brothers dedication
And dubbed this art form as another replication
They said we'd never make it above the preperation
We proved them all wrong and touched a generation
People loved it without a marketing budget
Without, toning it down and dumbing the subject
And it took a lot of pain as a struggling artist
Some passing their judgement like "we come from the gutters"
I used to think it was the tone of our voice
But it's the voice of our own that we've grown to avoid
When the Hoods went platinum - nobody saw that
Street press ignored rappers like a support act
Labels knocked us all back like a door man
We did it alone and stuck to the format
We did it alone (we did it alone)
(To the format) to the format
[Chorus: x2]
It's a fight for respect of the music
It's a fight to defend who we are
It's a fight to the end from the start
Obese Creeew reppin' the art
And the name's like a Fight Club membership card
[Verse 2:]
This countries about more than sports celebrities
More than politics form our legacy
How do we so easily talk sincerity
When history haunts like born identities
Contemporary characters left out the narrative
It's only natural we pin down the sparages
Killing them off like the City Of God
I don't care what the fucking music industry wants
This is hip hop without gimmicky props
And our sound won't fit into an idiot box
We got belief in eachother, above the payments
If what I'm saying's un-Australian - fuck the nation.
The streets outside are reflecting the times
And they're green with envy like emerald eyes
Sometimes I used to wonder if we ever will rise
Buried alive amongst superficial stereotypes
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Only a few sold out, can't remember their names
It's the one-dimensional fundementals of fame
Some forget where they came from, pretend to relate
But I got no hard feelings whatever the case
No matter what the future holds I want you to know
Everything we've done for the love of the music bro
And if we never made it at the bedroom studio
I'd still be proud we were tryna do it so
That's for my man Jase, spoken with mad praise
No regrets for the moments I can't change
We didn't stagnate, we opened the fan base
Watched as this culture altered the landscape
Def Wish AKA brothers had faith
Before Obese Records was a brand name
Before Triple J gave us mad play
Aussie Hip Hop blew up on the rampage
[Verse 1:]
I'm not too concerned with rappers dissing me
I burnt bridges and turkey slapped the industry
I told critics, learn to act with dignity
My whole crew struggled to earn rap validity
I'm from a city of trials and tribulations
A lot of good friends deprived of liberation
Underworld killings, violent intimidation
Only the strong survive the situation
It's hard enough trying to hold your own
Without the weight of the world trying to overload
I go toe to toe with most of you blokes
And comatose ya homophobic bogan flows
Don't you know, not to grab the mic
With the same old punch line battle rhymes
Appetite for destruction like the anti-christ
Looking like choir boys running from paradise
[Hook:]
Propaganda, Propaganda
I can't believe I forgot to thank ya
The whole wide world's like what a wanker
And they keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it down
Propaganda, Propaganda
I ain't heard shit bout what you stand for
Everyone knows that your not a gangster
And you keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it down
[Verse 2:]
I don't carry a knife, I cook rappers alive
My hooks damage ya mind, like Suge Marion Knight
The bangers I write, I look fans in the eye
And ask em why this bullshit happens in life
Take away the cameras and lights, managers hype
All you gots the people who'll stand by your side
Put your hands in the sky like a shantaram
Tomorrow we're coming down like an avalanche, what?
My live shows like a fat-a-gram
On a tight rope, in some hammer pants (biatch)
You couldn't rock a rent-a-crowd on new year's
With free liquor, cheap strippers with huge *tits*
The truth is you need to start saving your shoe money
Paying ya dues instead of chasing the punani
Fucking with Pegz, I'm a take ya to school sonny
Ya out of ya depths in an inflatable pool party
[Hook:]
Propaganda, Propaganda
I can't believe I forgot to thank ya
The whole wide world's like what a wanker
And they keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it down
Propaganda, Propaganda
I ain't heard shit bout what you stand for
Everyone knows that your not a gangster
And you keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it down
[Verse 3:]
I got brother's fecious, blood on my sneakers
You don't wanna see Obese jump through the speakers
Suffa's a genius, your just another defeatist
Writings on the wall like puzzler pieces
We love graffiti like junkies and street kids
Don't know what I'm saying better fucking read it
I'm a crew member since Menzie's Ave youth centre
Never give into the politics and group pressure
I got more loose screws than Hugh Heffner
With a gold Rolex from a bootlegger
Keep ahead of the pack like dole bludgers
Bone crushing lyricist, hit em like Joe Bugner
Grip the microphone, clip em like toe cutter
Treat them like hoes, don't give em my phone number
[x4:]
[Suffa:]
Suffering City!
[Chorus:]
"I've been waiting so long"
And we're back!
"I've been waiting so long"
And we're back!
"I've been waiting so long"
And we're back!
And we're back!
And we're back!
And we're back!
And we're back!
[Verse 1: Pegz]
So romantic, I roamed the planet
With a mobile phone and global tracking
Showed you passion, no attachments
Follow the link and download the graphics
It's a digital world, know the language
Online with the home advantage
Check my profile pics and post a comment
Sounds impersonal and overconfident
But I'm letting you know I want it
You got style, no one can Photoshop it
Some girls need a rocket scientist
Instructions and a survival kit
Send em straight to the recycle bin
Cause I don't really have the time to give
I'm looking for sexy psycho bitch
What's you name girl? You're the finalist
C'mon
[Chorus:]
"I've been waiting so long"
And we're back!
"I've been waiting so long"
And we're back!
"I've been waiting so long"
And we're back!
And we're back!
And we're back!
And we're back!
And we're back!
[Verse 2: Pegz]
How could it come so unexpected?
I been waiting so long for someone special
Rough round the edges, cuss every sentence
Tougher than leather, you can trust that I'm genuine
I drink, I smoke, I got a drug dependence
A nasty temper and a thug's perception
I'm a b-boy, young and restless
I don't care if your mum's pretentious
Break my heart and I'm a come for vengeance
Fuck ya friends when I'm drunk and desperate
I hitchhiked along the super highway
With a user alias trying to chose a primate
I don't wanna play stupid mind games
Live web cams and computer typeface
Futures bright like school on Friday
Even my little brother got a root off MySpace...
(Damn)
[Chorus:]
"I've been waiting so long"
And we're back!
"I've been waiting so long"
And we're back!
"I've been waiting so long"
And we're back!
And we're back!
And we're back!
And we're back!
And we're back!
[Verse 3: Pegz]
I've been waiting so long to meet you
Step off with your inflated ego
I don't care if hang around famous people
All men were created equal
I know your hot but when I close my eyes
I see Bec Cartwright as a bogan wife
I hear more bullshit than open mics
I'd rather be at Bias B's poker night, yeah
Give me a call when you crash to earth
When you crack the big time and travel the world
I don't want to be a back seat passenger
Respect's something that you have to learn
I got Russian Alex coming back to burn
Jumble on the next flight bout to return
And it's time to abandon the search
Put love on hold, put friends an family first
[Chorus:]
"I've been waiting so long"
And we're back!
"I've been waiting so long"
And we're back!
"I've been waiting so long"
And we're back!
And we're back!
And we're back!
And we're back!
And we're back!
[Suffa:]
Check it out
Obese Fam, Suffering City
Lost my voice in this yeah
Suffering City!
[Chorus:]
"I've been waiting so long"
And we're back!
"I've been waiting so long"
And we're back!
"I've been waiting so long"
And we're back!
And we're back!
And we're back!
And we're back!
[Verse 1:]
I'm a milk bar star - make em' catch on fire
Making rappers bite in to the appetizer
This is hot shit spitting like a magmagizer
You couldn't stop it with a tranquilliser
Bang your head like a crash-test taxi driver
The French iron chef with an ankle grinder
Marinate your thoughts in plutonium whiskey
With a beat that makes you wanna scream "show me your titties! "
Stoninking city, home of the gritty
Coming together like the moon and sun solar eclipsing
Burn a whole in your pocket like a pokie addiction
Smoking cigarettes and socially drinking
I Know what you're thinking, show me the headlines
Where's the 10 billion in petrolium excise
Red lights flashing like Columbian neck ties
Green lights flashing like a couple of Jedi's
She got a motor like a V8 stoker
Work mc's like a 6 speed DJ's Noah
Cause she's been around the block and don't play for keeps
Who is she - A two inch tape machine (sucker)
She won't call, won't pick the phone up
Got a draw full of toys and vikrum yoga
Ignoring my voice like a sickning odour
Got a, lift my game and quit the dozier
Got a, win her over set my charges
And try act like the sex is irrelivant
She made me go down and test every element
Every dallied depart magnetically talented
I feel like telling her I'm leaving tonight
But committing suicide ain't speakin' my mind
I'm a fight and forgive her, put the chink in her sight
She was a princess back when I was treating her right
Life's a bitch with a score to settle
Twisting my strings like contorted metal
Stepping on my heart like a distortion pedal
She's just a worn medal, war memento
She's been down before the SP12
A lot of hip hop brothers know the prestige sound
Extra gritty with the sexy image
Who is she - The MP60
[Verse 2:]
We rise up like the steps of the favela
And jump off the ledge with an umbrella
Setting the bar stellar with a blazing guitarist
The next generation of Australian artists
Straight out the bloody rib cage of a carcas
Public enemy with my face on the target
Take your best shot like Henry Shavonte
Hip Hop's more decedent than 70's rock
A lot of whack ass rappers got a Bentley and yaught
On some pop shit softer than Beckham and Posh
And the devil made em' do it like Bush and Howard
[Intro: (Big Punisher sample)]
(Come one, come all)
Burn City
(Come one, come all)
Yeah
[Verse 1:]
Plutonic Lab turn the sirens up
Sounds like something from 91
Mighty drums banging like Heidi Klum
Got DJ Bonez on the final cut
No diamond love, no blingy bling
No synthy synth, no singy sing
Just, hip-hop on the gritty tip
Like, kinky bitches with a titty ring
Strictly hardcore, no ifs or buts
No video clips with Linkin Park
No, pop hits in the singles chart
No, club shit, I don't listen to Crunk
New York to London, literally unknown
Victoria's secret, lyrically cut throats
Give you a blood nose with intricate brush strokes
Obese Crew bringing the love home
[Hook: (Big Punisher sample)]
(Come one, come all)
(Toe to toe)
Pound for pound
(Blow for blow)
Round for round
Coast to coast
Town to town
Obese Crew holding it down
(Come one, come all)
(Toe to toe)
(Blow for blow)
[Verse 2:]
It ain't over, no paying payola
No playing a game, stay on the same kosher
Make a mistake, lay in the grave soldier
Why burn city blaze like a chain smoker?
No doubt where my sound belongs
No clichŽ chants, make the crowd respond
No, forgetting bout the town I'm from
On some rock star shit like Elton John
No Vaseline, no fallacy
No matter what rappers keep telling me
No beef, no greed, no jealousy
No sleep for the people on Melbourne streets
I'm a, happy drunk, back up off me
Trynna say we're not acting properly
Need to look in the mirror like Matt McCaughy
[Verse 1: Pegz and Muph]
[Pegz:] I'm not ready for marriage, sex with a nanny
Having affairs with friends of the family
I know a lot of hardcore heads understand me
That life as an artist is forever demanding
I can't handle the pressure of planning
Checking your arse like retina scanning
[Muph:] Hey yo, calm down, this is what I wanted
Be happy for me, I found a girl who's on it
This is my life, feels right to make the promise
[Pegz:] Maaan, I think I'm gonna vomit
Little gromits, bring pain, shrink wallets
I'm only trying to spit honest and kick knowledge
[Muph:] I'm not concerned with the size of my pockets
[Pegz:] So how you gonna provide, with ya profits
[Muph:] You still ain't got it, we both got jobs
2006 and there ain't no boss
Work half as hard and halve the costs
Safe as an Armaguard parking spot
[Pegz:] Fourteen years of relationships
And I don't believe shit like an atheist
I want to wake up, party with a Baywatch body
Not wake up grumpy with a brain that's throbbing
[Muph:] I wanna make love, to favourite honey
Hold her in my hands like Australian currency
Study her like a book, that's mine for good
[Pegz:] I'm a study her from behind and inside the hood
[Hook x2: Pegz and Muph]
So come on!
We could be happily married
Come on!
This ain't Harry met Sally
Come on!
There's something that you need to know
Leave it alone, it's each to their own
[Verse 2: Muph]
I found something sweet to keep
You'll be old and bitter, wishing you were me
Accompanied by crabs and other STD's
Top it all off you'll catch Ben Lee's disease
Please, no matter how strong
You can't replace the male and female bond
How long can you con a girl out of a skirt?
Before you come across a loss that actually hurts
Too much work to insert for no reward
Besides if I like I could always get divorced
Beautiful law, the net for safety
While you're on your drought, I'm getting laid daily
Cause I know one brother who never got hitched
Now he's living like shit
And I know one brother who never took a risk
Now he's constantly pissed
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Pegz (Muph)]
No honey, yes honey, please honey get something
Don't forget milk and bread, saving the rent money
You wanna take her for the day's food
I wanna take her just to *fuck* in the change room
You wanna, get clucky like Donald Duck
You gonna, get screwed like Donald Trump
Cause I know you're in love but it's not enough
I've seen a lot of good couples go bottom up
Yo Muph! Let me ask you a question
Is your father at all mafia connected?
Cause I know brother used to cheat on his misses
Now he... Sleeps with the fishes
(Yeah I know one brother used to treat em like bitches
Now he... Sleeps with the fishes)
Yo bro I ain't doubting your faith
We got a thousand tour dates and an album to make
[Hook x2]
[x2:]
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
There's something that you need to know
Leave it alone, it's each to there own
[Outro:]
[Muph:] Well I just want to settle you know, stress free
So I can more music for once
[Pegz:] Well tell me how fucking stress free it is?
[Muph:] Yeah it's not very stress free
But anyway, you know, it's worth it man
[Pegz:] Oh bullshit
[Muph:] Yeah it's worth it
I'll wear me stubby shorts, and me ahh, me thongs
[Pegz:] I'll wear me fucking funeral suit
[Verse 1: Pegz]
If I had a life coach, a stylist, a spiritual guider
A criminal minded business advisor
A PHD in political science
Would I understand the government's indigenous crisis?
Don't trust what the government say
Nothing's changed since Sadam Hussein
For a kid growing up in Kuwait
Regulated by assumptions we make
Bombing trains with the blood in his veins
No languages of the past, mathematical sums
Passages of the Bible, chapters of the Koran
No, Bachelor of the arts
I read the signs, without astrological charts
No, psychologist to delve in my head
No relationship counsellor to help with the stress
No physiotherapist reality check
I got enough common sense and self-respect
[Hook:]
[Pegz:] I'm still burnin'
I'm still learnin' in life
I'm still trynna say somethin'
[Reagan:] Baby I don't need your judgement
[Pegz:] Still searchin' my mind
But still trynna say somethin'
[Reagan:] Baby I don't need your judgement
[Pegz:] Still learnin', still burnin' inside
I'm still trynna say somethin'
[Reagan:] Baby I don't need your judgement
Baby I don't need it
[Reagan:]
Baby I don't need it
[Verse 2: Pegz]
If I had a personal trainer, a chauffer, a chaperone
Black belt manager with focus and self-control
Holistic life, no smoking or alcohol
Would I live to see you wack ass rappers blow?
Would I appeal to American offspring?
Signed by Def Jam, managed by Don King
Back up dancers and choreographed boxing
Makeup artists and various brand sponsoring
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1:]
Dear brother, what a strange disposition
I relate to the rhymes on the pages you've written
Especially that line bout one of eight siblings
Hope ya follow ya dream and stay out of prison
A lot kids wards of state, slaves to the system
Letting emotions dictate how they're living
And I know what ya saying bout making a difference
But it's hard to change the fact entertainments a business
And the bullshit can test a cat's creative conviction
When all ya gots these words translating your vision
Don't be discouraged by the haters and critics
The pains another source of inspirational lyrics
Never say that I'm gifted, my dedications religious
I don't need it explained, everyday is a privilege
A lot of good people have never made it to hear this
Dear brother, hope this letter raises your spirits
[Hook:]
It don't make no sense, it don't make none
Some get a break and the rest are forsaken
It don't make no sense, it don't make none
[Verse 2:]
Dear sister, I got ya burnt CD
And felt the urgency when I heard you speak
Especially that song called "Earn your keep"
Did you really have a sister that worked the street?
Yeah I know what you mean bout words are cheap
But sometimes they cut deep like surgery
And I tried to believe that we learn to breath
But the, truth burns like the third degree
I get a lot of demos, but you're the MC
To make 3 minutes feel like eternity
Wearing your heart on your sleeve with uncertainty
And there's no-one else I prefer to succeed
I hope ya, nurture the dream, murder the beat
And change every stereotype we learn to perceive
Dear sister, you're disturbing our sleep
Dear sister, we all got dirt on our feet
[Hook:]
It don't make no sense, it don't make none
Some get a break and the rest are forsaken
It don't make no sense, it don't make none
[Verse 3:]
This is dedicated to the next generation
From the school of hard knocks with the best education
Sorry bout the time it took to reply
Don't ever, think I forgot or pushed you aside
You can, read my mind with a look in the eye
But I got no good advice a book couldn't provide
Everybody's gotta survive a crooked design
They couldn't divide us with a butcher's knife, ay!
I could have been another kid from the flats
Addicted to smack, no-one was gonna give me a hand
Had to stand on my own two, stick to the plan
When shit hit the fan, like the pyramid bank
Had to recognize, realise, remember what it feels like
Unemployed on the dole, trynna keep the skills tight
Trynna keep the dream alive before the will dies
See you at the end of the line
[Hook:]
It don't make no sense, it don't make none
Some get a break and the rest are forsaken
[Planet Asia:]
Pegz what up!
You all know who it is man
Yeah, it's Planet Asia medallios
[Verse 1: Planet Asia]
Titanium tanks, potrown shots
Iranian shanks, platinum plates
Ate to the face off grapes
Eat off cake
Digging in the crate, spitting in your face
Shitting on your tape, fit this on my waste - let's motivate
See me in a soldier state, hardcore, hard body shit
Flow that's obviously the most worthy to politicing
If this was college I'd be riding on a full scholarship
Nigga's acknowledge this, I'm more hotter than hollow tips
Forever on some rival shit, bitches swallow dick
From herb rats to model chicks, crack babies to cosmic kids
I start writing once I feel the buzz
And if you was high as me then you'd know how real this was
[Chorus: First part by Pegz, second part by Planet Asia and vice-versa]
It ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like
Diligent Music!
It ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like
Gold Chain Music
It ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like
Diligent Music!
It ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like
[Verse 2: Vents]
Vents in the pects, it better be loud
I rhyme mentally foul
Facts is hard to swallow like Pedigree Powell
You mad but everytime I'm in it
You get a feeling I'm a blood and my style compressed to three minutes
Or you can feel it like a kick in the nuts
Or losing your loved one, the lumps up in the guts
So ya, selling the drugs right up in your house
Come home, me took the television set and the couch
My flows have got a definent bounce, to get your head banging like satiricon
Vegabons sing along
Mat-o-fact bring it on
We could get it on like Lebanon 'til we both dead and gone
Put the record on blast and let yourself free
Cause tomorrow keeps swelling in the past
There ain't nothing like diligent music
Your favourite record bro, guess who produced it
[Chorus:]
It ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like
Diligent Music!
It ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like
Gold Chain Music
It ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like
Diligent Music!
It ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like
Gold Chain Music
[Verse 3: Pegz]
From the streets of Adelaide to St. Kilda Puram
Loved by mothers, respected by villinous gangs
Feared by bigotted cats and ignorant trash
Like leaders of a right-wing political branch
We resonate through inidiginous camps to the bedrooms of working-class
Kids from the flats
Without the layered effects or filtering facts
We're all children of the same lost immigrants fam
Don't let the media deliver the plan
Subliminal brain waves got you swinging a flag
Six o'clock got you feeling with angst
Ten-thirty's like "sweet dreams honey", who killed the romance?
Pegz and Planet Asia fill the expanse
Chemically saturate your compillary glan
Bringing it back, lyrically fulfilling the fans
Like hip hop's number one diligent man, it goes
[Chorus:]
It ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like
Gold Chain Music
It ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like
Diligent Music!
It ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like
Gold Chain Music
It ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like, it ain't nothing like
Diligent Music!
[Planet Asia:]
It's how we do this man, MC
93706
Australia stand up
[Verse 1:]
They say life's not worth living in Burn City
Work 40 hours a week until you turn 60
Earn fifty grand a year, debt for eternity
No sleep, no rest is a certainty
We choose to adhere, persuing careers
Like border men on parades, the brute with sincere
Losing our rights, using our fears
Burn City - one day I'll be moving from here
Going back to the cave, the embrionic stage
Before the, black clouds and atomic rain
Before the, black wave on Boxing Day
Before the, man-made economic plague
Burn City lost her way, she's not the same
She forgot about the streets we populate
So we compensate in a lot of ways and intoxicate ourselves to stop the pain
[Chorus: Pegz and Kye (Kye)]
(Burn City)
What happened to the passion we had, I know you like the back of my hand
(Burn City)
I told you I'd be packing my bags if you ever turned your back on my fam
(Burn City)
That's the sound of an angry crowd singing
[Brother Ali:] "BURN THIS BITCH TO THE GROUND! "
(Burn, burn, burn, Burn City)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I see bluecollars sweating, their families stressing
I see, whitecollars on anti-depressants
I see, unemployed looking anxiously reckless
Everybody's tryna manage gravities pressures
Has the standard of living gradually risen, we're like
Battery hens - mechanically driven
And it's hard to explain like humanities vision
And who's to blame for the planets condition
Everyday another chapter is written with passionate lyrics
Another character witness is tragically missing
Another young kid's landed in prison
We all slip through the cracks and abandon the system
Burn City, you don't own the streets
We closed our minds and postponed our dreams
You sold us out and promoted greed but you won't defeat my people's only beef
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
We lose confidence glued to computer monitors
World's apart within a few kilometres
Anonymous expats drifting through the metropolis
Close my eyes and vision a new apocalypse
Revenge of the everyday folk, burn down the city and regenerate growth
Watch the flames rise like the end of Waco
Skyscrapers fall in a breath of grey smoke
What happened to the corner stone, you don't celebrate or support your own?
There's no tolerance to those who walk below
Burn City - the city that I call my home
[Chorus]
[Vocals: Kye]
Well I made it this far, built it all from scratch
When all things were looking bad, yo I needed to step back
So I gripped all my senses and I pushed on through
[Verse 1: Sesta]
I got a problem with bullshit and politic'n
If there's a war going on outside sunny, said he chillin'
Rappers is happy to hop on a dick for a dollar
While I drop it hotter, they gotta cop it, shit's proper
Fuck the brag when it's self-evident
I'm feeling at home at the sound of impeach the president
Drunk veteran smelling like piddle and rummy
While I'm slapping them bitches with big sunnies
Pedal meet to divas, eagle spread eager
Peace out, the wingspan's lethal
You can ask Acca Dacca, she probably had a jack up her sleeve
And I don't need that shit neither
So ya plan need be plan b, cause ay
First off you fucked with the family
But you already know it so it
Ain't no point in keep going
[Hook: All]
It's Pegz and Funkoars on set
Nothing needs to be said
Put em up like Knockout Ned
Cause we're block to block killin' it
Block to block killin' it
Jase on the beat so we're block to block killin' it
[Verse 2: Pegz]
That's like Vents, one verses twenty cops
Corrupt politicians and self-righteous demigods
With the greatest hits since brekkie bongs
And King's Cross hookers with fishnet leggings on
Sketchy Hons, one of rapping's finest
Walking the red carpet with a pack of lions
Female fans flashing their privates like
Janet Jackson and Axle Whitehead
It's the life of a rap star, driving a jaguar
Hide in the mansion, dining on caviar
Smile for the camera, fire the manager
All in one breath like Trials with the stamina
Don't believe the hype, it's not luxury jets
It's not penthouse suites, it's bunking in beds
Fucking with Ses, end up on a current affair
With a dozen baby mommas lining up for a cheque
[Hook: All]
[Verse 3: Hons]
It's the return of the motherfucking Honson man
I get blazed with Pegz, til I lost it, damn
I still use my cd, to try to cop blowjobs
Like I gave Tony Montana my CV, Hons
Still ripping it, while I'm steady as empty
As that pocket you've been pissing in, listen in
Now you already met the family
Mr Trials jacking breaks at knifepoint life Pammi Lee's mammaries
So understandably, I don't need to wear a shirt that's pastel to try to mack girls
As soon as the plane hits the tarmac
My game's on point, I can't miss like a car rack
You don't wanna start that shit, you ain't I'll
You're a hypochondriac with a bad limp, slam this
In ya car til the speakers fucking haemorrhage
Jase on the boards with dirty Oars and Pegasus
[Hook: All]
[Verse 4: Trials]
Ay, Ay, Ay
Fuck ya flow, find me at the neighbour's home
Waiting for the water to flow, so I can go and steal ya soap
See I'm broke, no bullshit, if broke was bullshit
I'd be buried knee deep, dressed red in a bull pit
I'm fucked financially, I don't play it up to be dope
For real I've gots to save up to be broke
I made a few beats on a couple big sellers
Spent the funds getting drunk on enough to fill a big cellar
Hey big fella, would you mind moving out the way?
Ask a hill what the fuck you think a mountain say
I'm not moving from a bar stool unless a girl that passed school
But looks like she didn't wants to pass through
They say booze kills the brain cells
But umm, uh, umm, ay fuck it ay
What if I make bail? I'm bad news
Like Miss Macro hearing a rap flow thinking she can too
[Verse 1: Drapht]
Define me like a lion defines a whole jungle
Definition of street and humble
Like Bruce Lee in Rumble in the Bronx
Summoned to the tops like we just stumbled across
Rupunzel locks whatever Barney Gumble gots, I want it
Plutonic blaze, hitting harder than bubonic
Plague a convict, confiscate
Record to the weight off like Fonda's tape
Everyone's like Charlie Chapplin
And Tom Cruise is acting like Michael Jackson
It's crazy, maybe the global warming
Or maybe it's the famous a falling
Call me Pauly Polter, roll in a six
White like a polar bear stare a solar eclipse
Kick the goal like kids switch kick flipping the rock and roll
On top of the bowl, that's control
[Hook: All]
It's Obese, here to leave impressions
Beathedz, bring the heat relentless
Crooked eye, bout to speak the essence
"I came too far not to be respected"
[Verse 2: Illy]
Before I leave, I'm setting benchmarks each release
Rock debut drop retiree and every disc between
And I'm a be seen with at least one Veronica sitting on a beach
Sipping something sweet somewhere in the tropics
Fat wallet in my deep pockets
But now I got no cash, no smash hit
Just dash and tip the next shit, no slash, no asterix
When the champagne bottles pop, victory cigars lit
I'll leave my classics and an arse to kiss
You believe the cheek of this kid?
Believing nobody out equal this except a few at the top
Before he hit the door, I thought I'd drop a send off fit for a boss
I'm on a track with Pegz, so that's one less task left
To achieve, before I leave
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Patto]
Before I leave, I want a house with no lease
And bed down with a fatter momma than obese
Drunk in the streets running a muck
Junk hanging out the front like a peking duck
Punk mad weights, get large as hell
So I can hang around with pussy like Gargamle
From getting blow once a year like a birthday candle
To getting more chicks than Heffner can handle
Moved from Coburg to Coburg North
From a bedroom house, to a house with a porch
Get mad rich, make a smash hit song
And be the first in the charts that won't feature Akon
Go triple plat with best rap tune
Collect my award in an Adidas bapsuit
It it's all bad and my plan turns shitty
At least they can say that he rocked burn city
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Pegz]
Yeah
I thought I knew the difference, between the music business
And gay rappers break dancing on Euro Vision
But who will listen to somebody with a shoe addiction?
Living with their mums, talking about their crew is pimping
Spinal tap with laptops and final scratch
This is for my real DJ's bringing the vinyl back
On a diamond back, with a biker's patch
20 Inch biceps, covered in tribal tats
Chasing hits like a junkie hoe
One dole day, walking down Studley Rd.
Got a beautiful mind and a heart of gold
But you don't want to push me around like Russell Crowe
Not a role model, Godfather that's not me
If I touch a few souls that's extraordinary
But all I want is respect, before I leave
Paying homage to the New York
Come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1:]
Suede Air Stabs, shaved hair cut
Black Evisu's with one leg cuffed
Bape up top with the raider's death touch
Obese knuckle duster, take the head off
Oh! Felling better now, polo frames keep the weather out
Stainless tag keeps ahead of now
Terry towel Kangol, ready to wet the crowd
Tipsy off the breath of Jennifer's wedding vows
Take ya best shot, we can box for twenty rounds
Believed in myself so nobody could tear me down
Building confidence like a Bricky's callous'
And fifty thousand dark and risky challenges
People wrote me off like Jason Donovan
Every breath I take's a waste of oxygen
Now my names synonymous with great accomplishments
Ultimate Hater couldn't shake my confidence
[Hook:]
Gotta work hard to not break the hearts that love you
The rest is all show like the Ali Shuffle
The rest is all show, the rest is all show
The rest is all show like the Ali Shuffle
[Verse 2:]
I didn't wait for a deal to get my name on the bill
I came up on my own, putting faith in the skill1
Hitting switches on the grave shift radio real
Pushing cherry bar battles didn't pay the bills
But it laid the foundation, gave me salvation
Taught me how to handle the biz without patience
They said I'd never make it off Central Station
And I exceeded everyone's expectations
Gotta do my thing cause death is waiting
Like desperate housewives on medication
Oh! feeling better now, ready to get it out
More conviction than a politician's rent-a-crowd
Spitting a phrase with hip-hop relevance
Gripping the breaks like six pot callipers
Scum's so dirty, can't rinse off elements
Building confidence like a kid's intelligence
[Hook: x2]
Gotta work hard and not break the hearts that love you
The rest is all show like the Ali Shuffle
The rest is all show, the rest is all show
The rest is all show like the Ali Shuffle
[Verse 3:]
I'm feeling optimistic but it's hard to come through
Cause making music's not half the struggle
Gotta work hard and not break the hearts that love you
The rest is all show like the Ali Shuffle
Boo yah boo yah, take a glimpse of the future
No crystal ball, we got kids in the schoolyard
Kings on the street like linked by computer
Clockers on the rooftop singing like a crooner
No pain, no gain, some drown, some break
Some people just survive to tell their fate
Some dedicate everything to elevate
Some fall off and only got themselves to blame
I'm not intimidating, it's not a competition
I'm building confidence every song I've written
Trynna, push my sounds beyond the limits
Like the Wu-Tang tape in my Honda Civic
[Hook:]
Gotta work hard and not break the hearts that love you
The rest is all show like the Ali Shuffle
The rest is all show, the rest is all show
[Verse 1:]
7 days 6 nights in paradise
11 months of hard work building an appetite
A lifetime of dedication to keep you satisfied
Catch a mystery flight into a rapper's mind
Unwind like a beach in Byron
Or a full moon party at the Phi Phi Islands
Find relief, when you need reviving
Leave behind the city like freedom fighters
Stress relief like sex on ecstasy
48 weeks to invest in equity
Don't sleep like meth dependency
You'll get gunned down like Tibetan refugees
Nothing lasts forever, it's impermanence
Turn you into fossil fuels and keep burning it
Everyday starting from scratch and relearning it
Everyday study the math and seek purposes
[Hook:]
(One) - One dirty mind
(Two) - Two murky eyes
(Three) - Three early flights
10 000 miles from a perfect life, it goes...
(Four) - Four Bourbon Drys
(Five) - And I'm first in line
(Six) - 7 Days 6 Nights
10 000 miles from a perfect life
[Verse 2:]
7 days 6 nights of animal instincts
A one-way ticket, travelling business
Random acts of passion and kinship
Back packing through Paris in winter
Damage ya liver, with a Japanese stripper
And wake up in a national geographical picture
It don't matter if a mans got millions
If his minds still living in the Bangkok Hilton
As the clock ticks and the hand strikes midnight
Drinks flowing like a Bondi riptide
Whole crew sitting front row ringside
Shining like northern lights with insight
Pack my bags, build my posterior
Like an old Enfield across India
Ride till the wheels come off in Bolivia
Intoxicated, lost in Siberia
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
7 days 6 nights, an annual vacation
Depart from the everyday stress of maintaining
Arrive wherever the next wave takes us
Fugitives running from yesterdays wasted
Forget about cars, petrol, parking
Forget about leaving the rental market
Forget about debt to the sheriff's department
And the government made us a terrorist target
7 days 6 nights, 5 early flights
4 clubs, 3 bottles of Bourbon Dry
2 murky eyes, 1 dirty mind
No regrets for anything I learn in life
