[Intro]
Oi! Ayy
Oi! Oi!
[Verse 1: Burd Brain]
They call me stupid crazy 'cause I make music daily
I might be slightly loco, you checked my tunes out lately?
Some people call me Burd, some people call me Brainy
I've got a way with words; Bruce McAvaney
Oh my god, I'm a Lord
I was born on the floor of a four-door Ford
Parked on the lawn at the morgue on the corner
Quarter to four in the mornin'
It was morbid for sure, awkwardly raw
Blunt hacksaw for the chord
Parked on the lawn at the morgue on the corner
Quarter to four in the morning
Wet 'em up with my SuperSoaker
Dirty big grin like I'm new to poker
Burn one turn when I drew the joker
At around noon when I woke
I found my hope in a pound of dope
On a mountain slope where the heads at
Don't forget I'm a expat
Came from the mainland, raised on the left map
[Chorus]
Every day that I wake up, I gotta rhyme
Rendering waves in the cage takes a lot of time
Getting paid but not a slave to the dollar sign
I remain sane 'cause I don't stay for the bottom line
Old enough to know better, young enough to not give a fuck
I don't trust a go-getter, motherfuckers will give you up
Ain,t gonna learn no lesson, spend all my time spittin', brah
THC and I’m reppin' in the studio in the pub
[Verse 2: Fusion]
Oi! Fuck off!
I don't fuck with you cunts and your love songs
And if I'm drunk on the Bundy and Ruskov
I'm coming for blood like her time of the month's hot
Leaving these rappers' dreams in the ashes
Each track I drop's like unleashing the Kraken
I'm leading the pack with unbeatable passion
And stronger spirit than Green Fairy Absinthe
I'm back at it again
Lurk at the back with a pad and a pen
Work on a track till I'm haggard, incensed
But happy that it'll be snappin' ya neck
When the window shattering bass hits, son
Till you're screw facing, lookin' like ya face lift's fucked
And ya mates sit, tucking their chains in, cunt
Afraid like I am of a baby bump
When I grab the mic, it's the start of the lesson
Put ya hands up, I'm not askin' a question
Put ya hands up, I won't ask it again
Or I'll mark you for death, put your arse in detention
Hit the verse like an earthquake
Surgeon of words, shit burns from the first take
Murkin' a verse while lurking Burd Brain
But still not quite sure of his birth name
Mental in the brain
Burning effigies together with enemies at the steak
I'm definitely deranged, the devil's in me to stay
Eternally till I'm sentenced to burn away in the flames
Ah, better ventilate shit when I get on stage
Already steaming like I'm up in Adelaide
Scrawling, I'm drawing the scene in like Anime
Faggot made rappers will crumple like cellophane
[Chorus]
Every day that I wake up, I gotta rhyme
Rendering waves in the cage takes a lot of time
Getting paid but not a slave to the dollar sign
I remain sane 'cause I don't stay for the bottom line
Old enough to know better, young enough to not give a fuck
I don't trust a go-getter, motherfuckers will give you up
Ain,t gonna learn no lesson, spend all my time spittin', brah
THC and I’m reppin' in the studio in the pub
[Verse 3: Butter D]
I stay faded, my brain's changin'
On the nod, don't wanna be awakened
Never snitched but I'm makin' a statement
And sayin' if they're deep in the rocks, I'ma cave 'em
Tried not to give 'em any clues
Next minute, see my face on the Vigilante news
And I didn't plan to shoot but I hit 'em and I move
Went and opened 'em up like you did a can of soup, uh
In Tas got around a lot
Lived bottom and the middle and now the top
Nothin' for me in Glenorchy so I got the fuck out
Still got people yellin' out at my mum's house
I ain't there, better off messagin'
Enemies decapitated so I got ahead of 'em
No protectin' from son like Melanin
So I stay burnin' a verse for the hell of it
Had it hard 'cause your father'd belt ya
I was gettin' on the shard in the shelter
Now I'm writin' my bars, I'm realisin' at last
I was blind from the spark like a welder
Ain't takin' names, there's no real foes
Told 'em what's up at sixteen and they still know
On pills, I ain't got no chill though
Ain't killed nobody yet but I will though
[Chorus]
Every day that I wake up, I gotta rhyme
Rendering waves in the cage takes a lot of time
Getting paid but not a slave to the dollar sign
I remain sane 'cause I don't stay for the bottom line
Old enough to know better, young enough to not give a fuck
I don't trust a go-getter, motherfuckers will give you up
Ain,t gonna learn no lesson, spend all my time spittin', brah
THC and I’m reppin' in the studio in the pub
