fuck talking smart spitting bars off the charts on shard ill smash a cunt after dark at the park drunk ballied up so the law can't determine who we are fucking cunts up for a laugh or just for fun craft running there words never running up showing there worth running our name threw the dirt nothing but a bunch of skirts pull em up in brizzy Syd or perth most see dodge and swearve Spastics acting drastic fake as plastic there words elastic Trina overtake our rap seats claiming they pack heat the inevitable when Trina match this Ill get a fake stabed quick fuck we aint dumb seeing threw the makeup and mask you all come undone blur first place you all last as i rap i rise above we can go bar for bar in the yard shake hands leave the beef in the past this willl take a second fuck what you reckon you all pesents second guessing livin in the present im hear to teach em a lesson blessed in my presence grap the mic chin check it stop stressing running up with a weapon like your reckless claiming to rep it no question id side step reck em within a second layed out resting im a fresh fly motherfucker like david bekim you aint got me threatend directing a message kick the dog in the recktum throw a bone watch him fetch it simple fucks need the refrence simply sentenced to get it fuck i got em itching and bitching like a junkie wating that fix giving pictures threw writtens that my brain equiped spitting with pricision when i was in prison i was sitting head spinning just Invision sticking fingers to prisons and offers locking us in man fuck this cycle we live ill take you on a date at a later date because you faked every line you rymed on the stage kick the pedestol take there place with grace dont try overtake my lane we aint no silverspoon raised we came from that Broken down housing commission side that society distaste family distant living different out of place never fitting where we living we missfits drifting high in and out of prison casing out your parents place you was off ya chops sucking cock for the rock your a gronk i lost the plot trina coap using aus hip hop with the game on lock back when the crew i was repping was fots doesnt take a genius to connect the dots yea there all flops fuckn oath im dope the cunt prone to go spit flows as i roam streets boastin about the quotes i wrote tho most dont notice i spoke i dont scope low like these clones fresh designer cloths cunt close to overdose runing low like diabetics close to being comatosed infecting like a hex you aint fucking with the best why u flexing like your better than the rest step up and ill terminate these pest with a pen in hand like we blessed terminate the sets with progress in a life we danmed vibing with your distress the streets depressed friends possessed chasisng checks and posing threats we hopeing for success but we hopless felling stress forever fresh type of cunts cops asess punch a dog up in the neck than demand the mutt to fetch coming up from the streets we crept the dodgy suburbs we slept born right up in the mess if pigs come than we hit the deck grab a outlook of your life best start to reflect doing hard time locked down writting bars in the pen gotta marster the rythim i perfect the system left me twisted the life turned out different to what i predicted got me contradicted crack addictions and flaws i depicted suisidal and stricken Looking at the roap contrapting a easy eviction its blur from ctown Syd dotting the I's crossing the t's Always the fresh cunt listening to hip hop repping polo ts i was in ipwich lifting a fit bitch that crim kid living in ipswich fron sin syd gifted with the skill to spit quick fuck a snitch swiching up for a qucik fix Ill swipe em off my hit list its emcee blur the emcee no cunts hurd of Holding it down for the streets of 4300 where cunts are getting murdered Hatters stepping in line to perve on observe the words in my verses to judge if im worse or worth off drinking liquor that i swerve on First off the rythem is the world that I word plot