[Interlude: Hau, Alex Jones]
"That's what happens on live radio—sometimes things work, sometimes they don't. But, either way, we still get it done. You're listening to the Hip Hop Show on triple j. I'm here chilling with the one Nerve, Chillinit, Alex Jones, Huskii, let's go."
"Yeah, yeah, bruh, L-Geez's, A.J."

[Verse 1: Chillinit]
Ayy, ayy
Fuckin' oath, ayy
Check, check
Check, check on a tune when I wreck the beat
Get seshed off fruit like nectarine
Get necked like beers when you're next to me
You'll rest in peace when Chillin' comes flex the steez
See, I need to kill
I was nineteen, chillin', and I'm fiendin' pills
'Cause I was nineteen, kickin' it with demon skills
I had a mind, keep spinnin' like Makita drills, wait
Still pull shots off, that's Ponting
Bad bitch with the pound of the chron' ting
I scream like Bubble o Bill
When I bubble up bills, that's the sound of the bong rips, argh
Still slip knots in the mosh pit
Drop tunes on Dr. Seuss shit
But me and Dr Flea go Dr. Dre
Rock the Jay while the bitch sip Vodka Cruisers

[Verse 2: Alex Jones]
Yeah. A.J."
Let's go, uh
You don't wanna clash if it's I v. you
Think you're a hot shot till I see you
Talkin' up, but when I see you
Eye to eye, you end up in the ICU
Transparent, I’m airin' 'em, I see through
Like the pipe that you put your ice into
You got double vision when you look in the mirror
You try face up [?] I see two
Two-faced snake, siamese python
Picked up a mic and try recite violence
Lips on a pipe, saliva full of ice
In real life, you're not even a Sidemen Simon
It's all hype, the type to type like
You're sayin' it's on sight then quietly ride by 'em
Can't even write, you bite like Mike Tyson
Live in a dreamland, you feelin' like Mic Righteous?
You pretend to be somethin' you're not
In front of your friends, you try to stunt, you're a flop
[?] a pen, you cunts are front like a boss
Get done in the end, I bet your mum couldn't watch
"Oh my God, that's not my son"
Did I stutter, my brudda? Said not my son
Lookin' at your mates like "What am I, dumb?"
I make your chick say to ya, "What have I done?"
[Verse 3: Nerve, Alex Jones]
Been up on a vibe for a year or so
And I been stuck in drive like the gears are broke
They wanna hear the quote, so I drop them an invoice
If you don't pay, won't hear the flow
(Yeah, yeah, ayy) 'Cause I'm a realist, though
Take time on the art, not here to gloat
I spray bars on the mic and I clear the show
It ain't Klarson, you ain't gettin' near the bloke
And that's simple, quick arithmetic
Invest half a stack then I triple it
They wanna pinch the kid, nah
You'd have more luck tryna hit a six, pissed on a cricket pitch
Fess up, you ain't Richard Dick
You ain't fuck shit up in ya sister's kicks
It's that N to the E to the R-V-E
Make a crowd go nuts without spittin' shit

[Verse 4: Chillinit]
Wait, girl got the doobs, I puff it
20K view, that's nothin', nothin'
Fuck it, buds in a vacuum seal
Comes in a six-pack deal just like nuggets, love it
Drive with a snapped ID lad
I shut em’ up with a Black Eyed Peas rap
But this ain't no Fergie-Ferg
Burn your first beat down till I black eye beat that
I was fly like turbulence
Go berserk when I murder the verse I spit
Cops come around on the block for the pot
I just say what I rocks for medicinal purposes
Still gonna body that shit
Still got molly on tick
Still got weed in a blunt, no lean in the cup
These days give a fuck for a bottle of swift
[Verse 5: Alex Jones]
Guess again, rep with SOS
Tell any of 'em to send like SMS
Since 2010 been a young veteran
Get up and aim for the head like Veniamin, eh
Guess again bet I'ma bury em
Resurrect your body to make sure you're dead again
In the present tense, I'ma enter them
Might just rip your soul from out ya skeleton
Guess I'm wreckin' em
Anyone you recommend
LGC, three letters that I represent
I'm on form tonight I might pepper them
Till your old former life, you can't recollect
Like guess again, thinkin' this will ever end
Better be better than the best thinking you can bet against
Nevertheless, I never been second best
Let a head get a dress stamp like a send again
PS say hi to your GF
Ask her how it goes down in the DM
2 sex I'ma turn her to your EX
Tryna text me chatting all that BS
Um, PS WTF?
I'm too busy to respond: CBF
All the hype cause you wear stripes and TNs
And drive round in a half broken down fiats
[Verse 6: Nerve, Huskii]
Dead 'em in a second
Ops never wanna send, steppin' on the devil shit
When I get malevolent, better get a second win
Headin' for the medal so you're bettin' I'm competitive
I'm ahead of this, dead 'em when the record hit
N-E-R-V-E, yeah, I get it in
Whether on the decks or the sets, man, I'll never quit
I'm here till the end of this, you're just checkin' in
Check it, kid, so what's up? If you flop once
Then I might catch a body when I drop, son
Say you got a gun but I never saw you cock gun
N-E-R-V-E on a hot one
Bust more shells than a shotgun
Bust more shells on set, USA cop does
Does big man wanna touch mic but he drop nuts
When I got mic on sight, never flop once (Let's keep it up, lads!)

[Verse 7: Chillinit]
Because I moonwalk, you walk for a moon rock
Get jacked like Mike did (Eshay)
Girl want the D' so bad
That she beggin' me to put it in, nah, nah, nah
Your girl got the buds I chop
Dwayne Johnson, get rocked
Brand new single's the reason you're single
Your style's not Pringles, it's never gonna pop
Still leg it from a cop, Backyard Blitz on a track
I skitz on a track then stop, still heavy when I drop
Smoke like fifty 50s
Is that 50/50? Yeah, what? Said I'm never gonna stop
Check, don't give a monkey
Westie, yes, the girl want to love me
Sexy, text me photos in undies
Still smash lines in her Calvin Klein's
I said wait, she a bad bitch
Good weed and a bad bitch
Only fuck these bitches that are
Cool to smash the bags with
Test me like a HSC
No wait, you hate me like a HSV
I was holdin' the wheel of the Holden, rollin' up
Kush, get it easy like an ABC

[Verse 8: Alex Jones]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me spell it on the page for the dumb
Imagine every letter of my name was a drug
Now try burn a joint between points
And you won't get A dot J dot, bud
Let 'em try figure that wordplay out
That bar deserves the wordplay crown
King of this game, get outplayed
Flip that, I mean your words played out
Your girl said that she don't give head
Looked at her side with my face straight down
All I said was be open-minded
Ten minutes later, brains came out
I'ma reinvent A.J. sound
While you’re still spittin' to the same lame crowd
Don't bring your girls to one of my shows
'Cause when you go home, I bet your bae stays out
If you really wanna know, I was givin' her the bone
Pity but I got your biddy ringin' on my phone
Silly little ho, wanna give it up a go
I was stickin' my dick in and then I'm tickin' I'ma blow
Finna [?] bust on her chest
Go Flipmode like Busta and 'em
Might neck tequila back get the feelin'
She a necrophiliac, fuck me, dead

[Interlude: Hau, Nerve, Chillinit, Alex Jones & Huskii]
"You're listening to the voices of Nerve, Chillinit, Alex Jones, Huskii"
"Shoutout everyone tuning in supporting hip-hop"
"Oi, oi, oi, I made Chillinit an Instagram. Chillinit420."
"What? Haha"
"Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo"
"Get on it. I seriously made your Instagram, cunt. There's like two—two-thousands followers on that shit already, I swear"
"Seriously?"
"Swear mothers"
"Oh, there we go"
"Nerve on the beat, one-two"
"Sick"

[Verse 9: Nerve]
Yo
No, we don't do this for pay
But I been on grime since day
But I been on grind since school
Back in '05, tryna get the highest grades
I'm surfin' a tidal wave
I murk 'em with mic and bass
Compare me to this and that
And them, but I'm not in a title race
They're losin' traction
By the day and, man, that shit's a bummer
I keep it hot like tracksuits
Up in a Brisbane summer
Hit the scene, shoot it up like this shit was hubba
Man, I'm smooth as anything
I can't believe it isn't butter

[Verse 10: Huskii]
Mind buzzing from these stupid fiends
Doing runs I feel like Uber eats
Stupid cunts, they been shootin’ needles
Where we meet they all through the streets
Who’s the cunt here? You or me?
I don’t wanna be sellin’ rock
But the crew, we all gotta eat
Fuck the coppers who try to watch
I ain't saving to buy no watch
3 phones and these cunts don’t stop
I should set up a run through job
Then set him back up 'n’ front 2 boxes
I been that obnoxious
Fuck the world I get cross too often
Fill the boot, I see lights no stoppin’
Keep my head down you might get got
Everybody want a piece of the pie
Ain’t nobody want to start from the bottom
Everybody got a piece or a knife
Only got em’ cause they scared of a floggin
I ain’t here to start fights though
Only be stating the obvious
I know a few that get raided tonight and 100% they were doggin’ us
Cut up blocks in a vacant flat
Fuck the dogs yeah I hate the jacks
Fuck a job I ain’t paying tax
Suckers watching me making stacks
4 days in the trap
Same shirt, same tracks on
4 days in the trap
I ain’t leaving 'till the packs gone
4 days in the trap
Got a court case in my lap
I got 4 days in the trap
But I ain’t leaving 'till we cashed
4 days in the trap
Same shirt same tracks on
4 days in the trap (201)
I ain’t leaving 'till the packs gone
Everybody want that ice cream
Flood the money through the fly screen
Everybody copy my steez
Till they realize that’s just a pipe dream
No yes men on my team
My best friend speaks Chinese
Don’t ask why this white beamer
We driving needs to get wiped clean
Fuck it, I feel like burning some bridges down
I feel like turning some bitches out
I feel like shit when I wake up
So I'm getting high till it’s good to go into town
It’s too way red hot to sit around
4 days it was in and out
4 days in the trap
Girl back at home she don’t know shit about it

[Verse 11: Chillinit]
Granddaddy had a fruit shop
And got his hustle on outta Lebanon
Now your grandson's on the two pops
And we sell stuff and we gettin' on
Hurstville where the Chinese
Mixed three cups with the kettle on
I was seventeen with a M rock
In a rehab out in Wollongong
Way back, old days
Running backs in a blue Mazda
Old mate played loan shark
For the hundred packs of the blue Mazdas
Played friends, they all snakes
All nominees, just true actors
Missing friends over missing money
Kitchen drawer, brother, who snatched it?
Still be acting real
Still be catching deals
Still be making sure these packages
Get properly vacuum sealed
Give no 'ucks, 'ucks, 'ucks
Give no 'ucks 'bout how you feel
Still be real, still be catchin' deals
Still be catchin' meals, meals
Riding round bumpin' Triple J
When I turn it on, yeah, the joint is mine
Ride around puffin' Triple J's
When I burn it off, yeah, the joint is mine
Go back to the same flat
'Cause he sells grams that are point 9
Never ever sold one thing
Stop fronting, there's no point in lying

[Verse 12: Alex Jones]
My Gina lookin' like floor cleaner
Three reelin' outta this four-seater
You call me, tryna talk heaters
Put a hole in your neck like a store beeper (Woo!)
Funds float for these drug homes
My plug knows that I'm cutthroat
Feed a pregnant bitch rock 'till I
Kill two birds with one stone
Ridin' round with them scammers
Hidin' out from them cameras
My hype is out in South Gina
How you gonna find me now? I go phantom (Woo!)
Thinkin' you ain't been up on the streets, lad
My mates snake me for a speed bag
Switch thought he was a big boy
Turn outcasts for like three stacks, like
(Ayy) Four days in the trap

[Chorus: Huskii, Alex Jones, Chillinit]
Four days in the trap
Court case in my lap
I ain't leavin' till we cashed
Four days in the trap
Same shirt, same tracks on
Four days in the trap
I ain't leavin' till the pack's gone

[Verse 13: Nerve, Huskii]
[?] I'm hatin', tellin' the truth
These other crews don't do what I do
They sitting in a line while I move right through
If you spit another rhyme it's a suicide see how fluid I move
Mash up the stage
Wack cats stay at the back of the rave
While I'm backstage hangin with a gang full of mates
And we're crackin' a case like Jacks on a chase
Catch that, Nerve on a track, lad
It's that same old cat with a backpack
Spit a rap, take that cash and I'll dash back
Beats so fat that you heard it from Baghdad
Yeah, they can act like I'm that wack
But I ain't hearing their frath lad
They send then they take right back after ten seconds like a Snapchat
I got haters, that's news to me
I'm on the paper route the way I move the streets
Because I made the sound that I choose to be
So they pay me to do what you do for free
Cheapest delivery: Uber Eats
I'll leave your team in a misery, choose defeat
And I be speakin' in similes through the beats
MC's want beef but they choose to meet (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 14: Huskii]
Me and A. sellin' H rock
Bupe strips in the H pod
Fuck the system, I hate cops
I'm pourin' up for my mates lost
Long nights, weight lost
Still fucked off the PainStop
Teeth rotten, I'm 'bout to go
Buy new ones with this straight profit
I know the plug
I know the cunt who's the main socket

[Interlude: Hau]
"Keep it lock, keep it lock, keep it lock"
"You're hearing the voices of Nerve, ChillinIt, Alex Jones, Huskii"
"Triple-J Hip-hop show"

[Verse 15: Chillinit]
Chill Chill, brother, I'm Chill
Tarantino, brother, Kill Bill
Still pop pills and I still got skills
I catch 'em outside like my brother Doc' Phil
Look, brother, I'ma blaze that herb
Puttin' in work like A$AP Ferg
Ain't gonna stop till I'm reachin' the top spot
Doin' doughnuts while the Maybach swerves
Skrrt, do you get me nah?
Medium pace: Glenn McGrath
Brother, I'm Brett Lee in a ten-speed
Doin' doughnuts, brother, I'm the best at bars
I don't wanna get caught by the cops
So I stay with a crop and I keep weed burnin'
The Hugo Boss, I'm in love with Lacoste
And I stay with a crop like I been Steve Irwin
Been Steve Irwin

[Verse 16: Huskii]
In the street since kinder teachers
Don't buy gold, I ain't Mr T'in'
Fuck the kicks, I ain't miss the TN's
I'm givin' love til my kids are eatin'
It's the steeze and my music poppin'
I got the bars, I don't need to eat 'em
Been cleanin' my shit up
But my ex still won't let me see him
Fuck the jacks, I can't see my brother's, free 'em
Writin' letters, it sucks they can't even read 'em
Too ashamed to go tell his cellie
So I get him a celly and now he's online and tweetin'
Takin' Ls, I gotta learn from it
Paid my debt, I had to earn for it
Never bit the hand that fed me once
But if you take advantage, then I'll turn on it
I wonder where the plug keep all this coke
I wonder when he go and get off the boat
I wonder if I stop him up on this road
And run up on him, will he ever know?

[Verse 17: Alex Jones, Nerve]
When I think back I was on crime on the regs
I was on a run tryna hide from the feds
Went away, spent a bit of time with a pen
Knowin' I don't ever wanna serve no time in a pen
Took a break, now back firin' again
All this hate, but mate why're you upset
Maybe 'cause I popped up, they got washed up
[?] I see red
I was on grime; '09 '010
Age fifteen tryna sneak in the club
With a fake ID lookin' nine or ten
Then my sixteens, you'd rate 'em nines or tens
Before the 'net and online respect
I was on my grind, ask Diem or Depths
I was gettin' wheels since you were a child
Only wheels you got were on bikes or decks
Bring heat to your skin: solarium
Go sleep with a fish: aquarium
I heard Pizo diss: hilarious
Cut it out, kid: caesarean
You won't slap no one here
You drop tracks, no one hears
You get air, no one cares
Known over there, you're a no one here (N to the E to the R-V-E)
2016, still drunk in the club
Still roll up with a skunk in a blunt
Still got sticky mud stuck to my cup
Still got amphetamines under my tongue
Rush me, you must be dumb-de-de-dumb
And I'm ready for anybody to come, brudda, come
Step, and you better worry, I got the machete on me (Check, check)
To sever you, anybody and puncture your lung (Check)

[Verse 18: Nerve]
Yo, I'm the beats, smashin' 'em up
Got bass that'll blow up the back of your truck
Give me some space, chat it all up
Don't wanna hear bars in the back of the club
Don't wanna hear bars from the boys in you're crew
If you thinkin' I am, then I'm talkin' to you
I'm exhausted as shit, that's annoying to do
Catch me ignorin' your calls if you're rude
Catch me ignorin' your calls if you're wack
Just 'cause I spit dope doesn't mean I'm on trap
I'm up in the study just learnin' the facts
Tryna get a degree, not dependant on rap
Got one line flows and I'm techie, too
Don't want your advice, just let me do
They say I'm self-centred
But I make free music for them heads to view
N to the E to the, actually
I got fuck you bars and a Fraksha steeze
So they packin' a GAT in the back of their jeans
It's a Mac PC, or a mac and cheese
Cats think I'm on Xans and speed
But I spit so dope, I don't have to be
Doin' my thing and I'm gone for a sec
Now you turnin' around and you're mad at me?

[Verse 19: Chillinit]
This ain't rugby league, brother, fuck the team
You're thrown over the sideline, knocked out
Fisticuffs get kicked for touch
And found dead in the goal, wanna try? Get dropped out
My brudda, I'm way better
Give a fuck when I'm running it up like Dave Klemmer
No cheese, well, I'm cuttin' it up to make cheddar
Got a bitch kickin' back in the car like, "Ayy, brudda"
Canberra, might raid ya
Not even a ref's gon' save ya
Front page on a metro paper
Pupils bigger than a techno raver
I pimp this bitch like Rick James
Still go sick for sick for six days
Still might mix the clip for mixtapes
Potter, still hip the clip then switchblade
Me and Flea was on a bad boy rap
Then everybody was running on a bad boy track
Then tryna bite Huskii with Sadboy Raps
You motherfuckers are looking like sad boys, lad
I got two girls hell keen bruv
Gucci glasses and a LV clutch
Said she would suck my tip, like real quick
To get pics of Flea throwing L-Geez up
She's an LG slut
Said life's good with an L, G, bruv
Lighting herb upon a flight to Perth
For that 420Fam and the LG love