[Verse 1]
It's a BBS eclipse, won't be told on a Sunday
It's a rap, that's why love died and I'm on the run mate
It's a Bliss n Eso sunshine, bomb like Banksy
With a bullet and a target, say good morning Australia
I do a killer 360, don't worry about how it looks
Eddie Jones would still rap about my old school
Rocking up in Hilltop Hoods to the nosebleed section
I love it, chase that feeling till your very last confession
They say Kerser is the sickest, well, I'm one of a kind
Get used to me when you see me in real life
The Eloquor pressure's on, keep on the element
Say yeah, kick snare, rap songs like Adamant
I remember my first horror show, in the rain, days past
All summer long, she would sing dead star shine
After writing raps all day
Send nudes because you always know the DJ
[Verse 2]
Illy told me it can wait, the real talk is cinematic
You say when I'm coming home, dumb it down and bring it back
No one is as lazy as PEZ, I wish I could stay
Bumping The Festival Song, livin' on whatever it takes
All for the money like Drapht, who am I and what have I got?
I'm Jimmy Recard with an air guitar in Mexico, I'm lost
Spent the first of May in the Vents like Where's God now?
Time to think about a change in this chaos (Watch out!)
I'd sell my home for that M-Phazes music box
For what it's worth, I can walk on clouds, that's what we on
Got them T-Rapper 3am thoughts on replay
I never could be famous, or even low-key famous
DJ Bonez should be internationally known
He truly does good stuff, it should be certified gold
What I want is more of the raw Funkoars
All we need is to do it together, vamoose!
[Verse 3]
NJE keeps it raw like chips
I remember, back against the wall of this mirror
Wanna join Terra Firma in the hall of fame
Hold it wide and remember the night the heavens cried
K21 won't stop, you ain't seen nothing
You can try your dirty tricks but I'll never fade to dust
I'm in my A-grade fluent form, I feel like I could take the sun
Every step feels like the coup de grace in a cloud of dust
I'm like Seth Sentry, I hate love, how are you?
Make sure you play it safe unlike those dumb rooftop hooligans
Pegz was the last bushman to make that diligent
Music and stay true to the art, what you in it for?
And Bias B might drop a thought when I sleep
Not a ladies man but still buzz like a bundle of bees
Work hard to be filthy rich like Muph & Plutonic
What you see might leave you blinded, don't worry 'bout nothin'
