[Intro: Rare]
Yeah, this is what I fuckin' say to 'em
All right?
Yep, BBS
[Verse 1: Rare]
Yo, you're nothin' to me bro and you're nothin' to raps
Enough with your ego 'cause you're bluffin' with that
Tryna be all rough here and personalities clash
Realise you ain't tough bro when reality's hatched
[?] the cunts at shows that starts dissin' and hatin'
And you haven't been on stage since grade six graduation
But I'm not a hater, I'm just a better fuckin' player, yo
Check the styles, BBS are bringin' jumps
Two sparkies, one chippy from the South-East bruz
Best mates who made it here thanks to no one, cunts
You hate the fact we're up here and we're havin' a crack
The reason being is you're wack and pathetic at rap
You're even out of rhythm when you just sit there and tap
So attack the scene that doesn't love you back
And the people that are in are even fed up with facts
So why come to a gig if you ain't gonna clap?
And that's that
[Chorus: J. Stark]
Yeah, uh, yo
Yo, it's our time, it's our time now
We won't stop rappin' till we're cruisin' on clouds
We won't quit till we're six feet deep
Gettin' sixteen Gs every pristine beat
It's my time, it's my time now
We won't stop rappin' till we're cruisin' off clouds
We won't quit till we're six feet deep
Gettin' sixteen Gs every pristine beat
[Turntablism: DJ J-Twice]
"Next time you see us, we'll be deadly on tour"
"Dead–deadly on tour"
"Ain't a damn thing changed"
[Verse 2: Yorgs]
Fuck the norm like the man knew the mate
Your damn name changed, the only time we're known to drop a name
Like how, who? He got a beat to go and lead to Morris teens
Till we go to drop some heat or just blue and [?]
I'm not the dude to knock MCs that are each to their own
See, I'm sick of the beat, you better leave it alone
You better read what you sow and go and speak what you know
'Cause you ain't so tough when you're leavin' all your bros
For your holiday home with your folk and your grandma
Jokes with your grandpa at the caravan park
Cricket over tambark, fishin' from a sandbar
Visitin' a landmark, this is so your fam are
Shit, you're just a damn laugh, give up the charade
I don't give a hoot or damn, you never carry the blade
I get carried away, I love the haters today
And can't wait to get home to see what a [?] say
[Turntablism: DJ J-Twice]
"Step into my zone" "Aw–aw yeah"
"Step into my zone" "Aw–aw yeah"
"Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya"
"Y'all know the name"
[Chorus: J. Stark]
Yeah, uh, yo
Yo, it's our time, it's our time now
We won't stop rappin' till we're cruisin' on clouds
We won't quit till we're six feet deep
Gettin' sixteen Gs every pristine beat
It's my time, it's my time now
We won't stop rappin' till we're cruisin' off clouds
We won't quit till we're six feet deep
Gettin' sixteen Gs every pristine beat
[Turntablism: DJ J-Twice]
"Next time you see us, we'll be deadly on tour"
"Dead–deadly on tour"
"Ain't a damn thing changed"
[Verse 3: J. Stark]
Yeah, uh, yo
Yo, you're not that hard bro, you play pretend
Fake clothes and your boys down at train stations
You think people gasp for air when your name's mentioned?
Bullshit, two hundred hits on your Myspaces, huh
And still you tell to pay dues and respect
You should worry 'bout the shit you spit in booth when you wreck
'Cause the hard shit mate, well, you do it to death
I'm from Melbourne and only listen to dudes if they're fresh
Blokes go on with their knowledge like their raps next to anti-Christ
Preach about your USA lifestyle in the afterlife
And if I'm there, I might listen for six secs
Write another song 'bout how you sound like a dickhead
Could've done a battle track about how I rip shreds
That'd be like you and leave my listeners mislead
I'd rather spit the truth, you think that hip-hop's dead?
You're in the wrong profession bro, you better just stop there
[Turntablism: DJ J-Twice]
"Step–step–step–step–
"Step into my zone" "Aw–aw yeah"
"Step into my zone" "Aw–aw yeah"
"Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya"
"Y'all know the name"
[Chorus: J. Stark]
Yeah, uh, yo
Yo, it's our time, it's our time now
We won't stop rappin' till we're cruisin' on clouds
We won't quit till we're six feet deep
Gettin' sixteen Gs every pristine beat
It's my time, it's my time now
We won't stop rappin' till we're cruisin' off clouds
We won't quit till we're six feet deep
Gettin' sixteen Gs every pristine beat
