If you tell me what to do!
you wasting yo time
fool
think I'm cool
I dont need you
to tell me too
I walk the way I wanna
talk the way I wanna
its dinner time
its winner time
Its Thomas Time
Rhyme time
first time is my prime
when I open my mouth
you know it only comes from myself
I'm from the south
I ain't ever gotten lucky
shits yucky
I've earnt my stripes
been burnt for my delights
when the picking is ripe
imma take that juicy fruit right from the tree
from the source
force to reckoned with
im on course
headed straight for the top
imma pop off
you just watch
imma hot shot
A half ass job aint worth doing
if I put my mind to something imma make it happen
so you better get clapping
coz I ain't gonna stop rapping
yall better stop napping and open your eyes to the young talent coming up from south Auckland
born and raised in the gutters
had the doors closed on me so im busting them open.
foot to the floor
moving up in levels
I won't lay back when this is my own fucking track
imma hack this flow
I ain't for show
I'm the real deal
I'm a tradie
talk real smooth to the ladies
ain't no silver spoon in my mouth.
1 of 8
destined by fate before its too late to make my mark
lurking in the dark
imma shark
my days lost in the haze of the rark are done.
I've had my fun with guns and gang life.
clap yo hands
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If you tell me what to do! you wasting yo time fool think I'm cool I dont need you to tell me too I walk the way I wanna talk the way I wanna its dinner time its winner time Its Thomas Time Rhyme time first time is my prime when I open my mouth you know it only comes from myself I'm from the south I ain't ever gotten lucky shits yucky I've earnt my stripes been burnt for my delights when the picking is ripe imma take that juicy fruit right from the tree from the source force to reckoned with im on course headed straight for the top imma pop off you just watch imma hot shot A half ass job aint worth doing if I put my mind to something imma make it happen so you better get clapping coz I ain't gonna stop rapping yall better stop napping and open your eyes to the young talent coming up from south Auckland born and raised in the gutters had the doors closed on me so im busting them open. foot to the floor moving up in levels I won't lay back when this is my own fucking track imma hack this flow I ain't for show I'm the real deal I'm a tradie talk real smooth to the ladies ain't no silver spoon in my mouth. 1 of 8 destined by fate before its too late to make my mark lurking in the dark imma shark my days lost in the haze of the rark are done. I've had my fun with guns and gang life. clap yo hands