[Intro: [?]]
You know, music always—nothing never stays the same, that's what I'm saying. You know, nothing never stays the same, so right now we're at the point where it's like, "All right, you still got... real people that took music seriously still living in the mix, in the days and times where all this bullshit is taking place, so we can go 'head and tell the difference.
[Scratches: DJ Reflux]
"Let’s—Let’s—Let’s go" "Y'all ready or what?"
"Hill—Hill—Hilltop Hoods"
"Funk—Funk—Funkoars"
"I'll take a body count, I know my body count is right"
"Yeah" "Let’s—Let’s—Let’s [?]"
"My body count is right"
"[?]"
"Got five MC that wanna contest we"
[Verse 1: Hons]
Ask the bookies, 'Oars picked the dollar one favourite
To top all your playlists, still R rated as hell
Not for the kiddies I tell
You know all about the city I dwell
It’s a dirty South Adelaide, home where the heart is
Gave all to music so I roam with the martyrs
Lived next to Buffa, he showed me Bodycount
15 years later and it’s more than just a hobby now
More than just a muck about run-of-the-mill
Stamp our name on the scene like done on the pill, shit!
The [?] of rap so kudos to that
Lost my mind and it ain’t come back
Swear to God that I ain’t got a cell left
Sex sells and we can always start with my bellend
Well friends, I guess we back at it
We supply the demand, here's the dope for you rap addicts
You know, music always—nothing never stays the same, that's what I'm saying. You know, nothing never stays the same, so right now we're at the point where it's like, "All right, you still got... real people that took music seriously still living in the mix, in the days and times where all this bullshit is taking place, so we can go 'head and tell the difference.
[Scratches: DJ Reflux]
"Let’s—Let’s—Let’s go" "Y'all ready or what?"
"Hill—Hill—Hilltop Hoods"
"Funk—Funk—Funkoars"
"I'll take a body count, I know my body count is right"
"Yeah" "Let’s—Let’s—Let’s [?]"
"My body count is right"
"[?]"
"Got five MC that wanna contest we"
[Verse 1: Hons]
Ask the bookies, 'Oars picked the dollar one favourite
To top all your playlists, still R rated as hell
Not for the kiddies I tell
You know all about the city I dwell
It’s a dirty South Adelaide, home where the heart is
Gave all to music so I roam with the martyrs
Lived next to Buffa, he showed me Bodycount
15 years later and it’s more than just a hobby now
More than just a muck about run-of-the-mill
Stamp our name on the scene like done on the pill, shit!
The [?] of rap so kudos to that
Lost my mind and it ain’t come back
Swear to God that I ain’t got a cell left
Sex sells and we can always start with my bellend
Well friends, I guess we back at it
We supply the demand, here's the dope for you rap addicts
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