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 from streets got the beats got the boys they the back on my track I am gonna hit it up high yeah you know i am aiming for the sky I am the guy smoke a splife coz its my fucking life and I come from strife raised to praise the lord father was a pastor 2010 but he didn't last its all in the past gonna do a 3 day bender spend some legal tender my mother ill defend her till the day I die but that day could be soon I was never given a silver spoon I may be white but there's no need to spite me. I aint like those other fools I got balls