Rest in Peace

[Verse 1: Dazastah] Rest in peace to the innocent children that were shot in the back Running from the military, Junta hot on their tracks For the love, that's why their uncle packs a bomb in their bags What the fuck? You'd do the same with no options in hand So stop with the wack raps, you illiterate stale Horse shit, you're just a piss in the gale force winds Battling me, like I have to start busting for you I'm like a suspect beef, I got nothing to prove Fuck it, I'll serve you straight from the kitchen And kill your fly shit like Norman Bates with a pigeon Listen, I'm deaf and blind to your fallacy war Like a landmine child victim, all bandaged and sore Damage and break you down until your spirit is vanquished Like traditional ownership does to indigenous factions It's more than just black and white like racism 'Cause the face of hate appears when you face the mirror This is for the people starving to eat 'Cause food for thought is running short in this marketed scene It's hard to believe when you feel like smashing the mirror But Charlie Chimp will pick you up like an angry gorilla [Verse 2: Ciecmate] Yeah, I'm back in that pattern I sit up late with a spliff and wait for the magic to happen Just for rapping wack, you're catchin' a slappin' I'll put you under pressure like a pilot with cracks in his cabin Have another shot, see if you can take this spot I'ma play strategically and take everything you got Checkmate, game over, now you know the deal Here with my bros and we're pros in our chosen fields Standing tall like a wall to wall, public letter blockbuster Got a lust for life, plus a lot of love for those I trust with my life I'ma live my life like I like on any given night and anything less isn't right Time's ticking by, time's making changes Time's turning friends into strangers I'm trying to find what the aim is, but time's limited I've gotta make payments and for everyone, every day it's the same shit Big brother wants us all to put it in a statement But it's built on lies like the Bush administration The media be feeding ya and we just believe it, huh? Behind the curtain, men are getting greedier We need to peel the curtain back and hurt 'em bad And then spread the wealth around to all those who've been getting held down Can I get some help now? Or can I get a hell yeah? I'm saying this for everybody's welfare [Hook: Turntablism] "Now, may these MC's rest in peace" "Rest in peace" "Rest in peace" "May these MC's rest in peace Because when I come to town, the population decrease" "Now, may these MC's rest in peace" "Rest in peace" "Rest in peace" "May these MC's rest in peace Because when I come to town, the population decrease" [Verse 3: Drapht] Rest in peace, two thousand and six, shit changes quickly Deaf to all man, so I'm trained in lip read Pick me like a gypsy picking a pocket Depict me like David Hicks holding that rocket A mix breed of Scottish and a modern day Australia's Home, but Mundine treats us like an alien No, man, fuck that Singing Waltzing Matilda with my rucksack Cut back on the ego, leave rap to the albino Rip you quicker than teeth wrapped around a T-bone See no evil speech insightful Solid gold heat like Hussein's rifle I'm spiteful, only loyal when it's like that Starve man's best friend, he gonna bite back What, it's the way that it is Dig your grave like letting Michael J play with your kids I can't live in this world full of rock heads Finding a good one's like finding the Loch Ness Monster, but not Kody Scott But down for my team and know what I got When it's my shot, take it, never look back Or never make it, dedicated to my fate, a known gladiator Yeah, your favourite, I run with the wind Pauly Poltergeist and the Brothers Grimm, yeah, you know me [Verse 4: Trials] Rest in peace, bottom feeders, the scourge of the Earth Proof God doesn't need us, from fetus to birth First mums didn't plan me, so meet plan B The worker bee, Ron Burgundy, where the pants be? I'm quite a big deal, ninety something kilos Aim for the best but got Shaq at the free throw I'm overweight, shit, I can't hold a job but I can hold a steak Wash it down with a bunch of brown bottles Plutonic made it for snake charmers The bass bang harder than face planting in chain armour Heavy metal, hammers banging the hangover In my head space, until it's dead weight Until the next day, Return of the Jedi Sun up to sun down, return of the red eye Dr Jekyll, Mr Trials Mean me and a beat mean the recipe to rest in peace