[Verse 1: A-Love]
Grab a pen, a thousand men and your soldiers
I've got two tons of fun and the world on my shoulders
Hold your thought, this industry is fundamentally flawed
Rappin' as a sport gets crushed under the juggernaut
This ain't a business, all promoters bargain basement
There's the flavour of the month that you haven't even tasted
This Triple J shit has got me shaking in amazement
How a simple rookie rapper grabs ahold of all your playlists
So we got the aces with beats in the basement
From Eastbourne to Melbourne, we're leavin' 'em complacent
Hesitatin', a coup d'état of artists willin'
So you could call us the Coalition of The Illin'
We straight dealin', captains of action, life fulfillin'
A lack of mass appeal and an attraction to mic stealin'
Forget the politics, UK–Australia dominates
Ed makes the beats while I sit and eat the Jaffa Cakes
[Bridge: Sample]
I'm two tons of fun (Fun, fun)
[Hook: A-Love, A-Love & Evil Ed]
So step aside, 'cause it's World War III
And tell your publicist that we're captains of the industry
No four line blurb can try to summarise me
Or capture the drive that fuels my spirit and intensity
Holdin' it down on vinyl or CD
We're captains of the industry
[Bridge: Sample]
Step to, to the, to the, to the side
Step to, to the, to the, to the side
[Verse 2: A-Love]
An entourage, arrogance and talentless back-up men
Enter these live shows and groups but leave a feeling of embarrassment
Smiles or no frills, we get the crowd up on their feet again
A subtle blend of Evil Ed, some estrogen and oxygen
Make no mistake, this is a culture revolution
A mouse in Tom movement without the bruising and abusing
And overhauling of music, 'cause these pop songs are useless
The recipe for destiny is jazzy crews with new spits
Using all the elements to circumvent irrelevance
The dust on your twelve-inch is proof it wasn't time yet
And while these artists turn from prominent to silhouettes
We keep dividing regiments that fail to move the audience
Business is personal, professional and complex
Living by a beat to mark existence with an alias
An athieist in nature with some strength and some cowardice
The captain's only evidence is in our own omnipotence
[Bridge: Sample]
I'm two tons of fun
I'm- I'm- I'm two tons of fun- fun
[Hook: A-Love, A-Love & Evil Ed]
So step aside, 'cause it's World War III
And tell your publicist that we're captains of the industry
No four line blurb can try to summarise me
Or capture the drive that fuels my spirit and intensity
Holdin' it down on vinyl or CD
We're captains of the industry
[Bridge: Sample]
Step to the side
Step, step to the side
[Verse 3: A-Love]
A captain of a sporting team who screams esteem to hold the dream
An officer in rank below a major, but importantly
We're swimming upstream in all extremes like supreme beans
Verbalising teams that disagree with world economies
I'm captaining a sinking ship that needs athe fiercelesst leadership
Creeping through your speakers 'round the world and back with infamy
Ability is infinite and intricate and limitless
The Commonwealth connection with a heritage of Englishness
So diligent, it's killin' it, prepare to sit and witness it
Australian hip-hop wizardy, poetry and imagery
Vividly uniting freaks who breed the beats endlessly
Battle is fought uphill, struggling constantly
We're captains of a race that's barely won and lacks funds
With a simple return of satisfaction when we're done
Admiralty, royalty, MCs and DJs
Now on the count of three, we're the captains in the place
[Outro: Various Samples]
Step to the side
You lack enthusiasm
The message is clear, got to move all out of here
Step to the side
You lack enthusiasm
The message is clear, got to move all out of here
Step to the side
You lack enthusiasm
The message is clear, got to move all out of here
Step to the side
You lack enthusiasm
Forget about the states, this place has no room for moody bastards
