[Verse 1: ChillinIt]
I'm lost in this Safari, with writers block
I light the pot
Still got Chrome for the beef, lad
Fuck with the party, I’m microsoft, I'm Firefox
I'll Mac your Books on a beat, lad, *UGHH*
I space bars apart to try Shift+Ctrl+Alt+Delete that(?)
On keyboard, I blow like C4
I Tell ’em I spit raw, the whole crowd repeats that, (Agh!)
Catch that shit like a virus
Smokin' a Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the Osiris
You don't wanna touch my style, it's hench
Get trench like pliers
I'll racecar drive ya, back into 2016
(?) 2016
Smoke 4-2-0 with 26 teens(?)
Fast forward 4 years that's 26 G's *Ha-ha-ha-ha*
Fuckin’ bitches while I’m puffin' swishers with the bud rocks
Double visions from the buds I’m hitting
Keep a spliff of litty in my glovebox(?)
Everybody say they got the chronic
So we knock-a-knockin' at the drug spots
We just wanna get a couple nuggets
If they BLOCKA BLOCKA then we fucked off, (Ughh)
Still I kick goals like Goods, still I got stripes like Woods
Still I got a 2-pack rolled all night like Suge and I still get high through hoods
Still I'm on the road like 2 White Stripes
Til I got a phone like 2 white Nikes(?)
Still sip beers, I flipped and switched gears
And I push 'em on a pedal, but I don’t ride bikes
Don't tell lies
Bad bitch I like
Tell a bad bitch "I might"
Tell a bad bitch "Yeah, I ride for my day ones and I wake up and I blaze up, high"
I'm off chops like vegans do
I'm what 70 times 6 equals to
Head for the head, connect to get checked
Then I head for the head like a beanie do
I pop bars, rock stars like Beatles do
Got pot, got pans like Peter do
I was ready for the war, ready for the war
The devil's at the door and I'ma leave with you, (Ugh)
Butt-heads like Bevis do
She beef with you, I don't know why I'm leavin' you
Coz my girl I can't watch you cry (Ugh!)
But I swear I'll bleed for you, bleed for you!
*Switch it up*
Where I'm from I learnt to keep it hunned when I buss it-buss it for these up and comers
You can't see me comin' like you Stevie Wonder
This is Oklahoma, this is City Thunder
Brudda-brudda-brudda, did I stutter-stutter?
This is gutter-gutter for you motherfuckers
Bada-bing and boom and I just does it-does it (Whoo!)
Now you breddas love it
Bit of weed, then I get in dozens
Press the buttons, get me many brothers
I could bend it-bend it like I'm Benny Cousins
Lightyear, now I'm plenty buzzin'
Now I sip it-sip it from the Henny cup and
Right here, I was steady puffin'
You can come and get it, I ain't ever runnin'
I ain't never ever goin' nowhere
Homie, we don't care
Love it or hate it coz we underrated and out of Australia
Aww yeah
And I ain't never ever goin' nowhere
Homie, I don't care
Love it or hate it coz we underrated and out of Australia
Aww yeah

[Verse 2: WOMBAT]
Yeah, I'm a fiend for the mic
Bleed for the beats but it keep me alive
Demons arise if you're weak in the mind
But you need a disguise, I can see through the lies
Won't go dull with the dreamers, I wonder why
Flow's so cold, I could freeze in the summertime
I said flow's so cold, I could freeze in the summertime!
Yeah, Wombat is a black sheep
Couldn't give a fuck if I crash
Laid back in the back seat
Now you lads couldn't match me
Not by the gaps in my cracked teeth
Spaz on a trap beat
What, they're eager to test?
They believe they're a threat, but they're ten steps back
And they're trapped coz we're redbacks weavin' a web
They'll regret that they penned tracks, leave 'em a mess
I reside in the south, I'm about, the cunt's back
Drivin' around, there's an ounce of bud that surrounds my nutsack
Hyped when I'm out, but if sirens-a sound then I'm out like "Fuck that!"
It's evident, got a vendetta, pen's venomous
Avatar, I can bend elements
We're felonious, they're dreadin' us
Ten seconds and they're dead
It's just they're jealous coz they're delicate
Gas up my engine, travel dimensions
Back in a flash like astral projection
Smashin' a set, no lads in contention
They're no match but they have to contest
You can try though, but I dice flows with the mic closed
Right flows on a tightrope in a cyclone(?)
Got my eyes wide open, a psycho
When I hide from the 5-0 gotta lie low
Sick of bringin' us down, well don't count on it, quit
I'm not kiddin' around, I've grown out of the shit
Been surrounded by pricks, but I'm pickin' em out
So (?) I'm bound to go down with the shiv
Spinnin' around, thinkin' about spittin' it foul(?)
Figured out how to be soundin' this sick(?)
So the crowd's gonna bounce in a fit
Give it up, give us the crown, it's no doubt we're the kings
What it is-what it is, man
I said "it is what it is, man"
But I can't get a grip like I'm sinkin' in quick sand
Startin' to think I ain't shit but a dickhead
Dancin' with Lucifer
I'm goin' all out now, it's gettin' nuclear
We have to fall out
We have to fall out, yeah
War like a shaolin, talk of the town
Get around it, surrounded by thoughts you can drown in
Fought for the crown, never draw for the town
(?)
But I gotta fight this abyss like I'll die in a blink
It was like an epiphany
Lightin' the spliff, man this life is a mystery
Gotta thrive til we ride for the victory
And I'm not so chill, I'm unapproachable
Don't think that I'll choke coz I'm ropeable
It's no joke, don't go get emotional, like "why (?) every flow so quoteable?"
Most of all, when I mention the top, better check when connectin' the dots
When I stepped in the spot, I shocked all the vets
(?) watch, let me stress, we're the best of the flock
But I'm sick of these silly cunts shit
I'm the bitter one, spit like a milly gun
With a bit of luck (?)
Got a mini buzz, pick it up like a ciggie but
Kick it in the middle of a city that is in a rush
We don't fuss, think I give a shit? Couldn't give a fuck
Tick us up, gotta get a mix of the sticky bud
(?) but the tick is up