I Don't Think So

[Sample] I am in this room I have the feeling of being everywhere I move a billion miles with a club Yet I am gone [?] I am [?] [Verse 1: Hons] It's like "no way José", I listened to your tape And I could write every verse to your album on my smoke break Must be a joke mate, you forgot the punchline Listen to it twice, I think you forgot the punchlines Like "lyrical spiritual physical miracle Spherical pinacle biblical ritual criminal" Fuck that, I shoot myself in the face Before a verse like that hit the shelf on a tape [?] that longevity [?] you forgot the basics The melody's great but man, you forgot to say shit You takin' this to this You paranoid that the music that you're making is shit Now it ain't my fault that you're down yourself 'Bout that pop-star dream, bein' showered in wealth That ain't ever gonna happen long as you're still rappin' Get the fuck out my face, grab your bag and start packin' [Hook 1: Hons] Man, I come from a place where all of my mates Have a master's degree in a theory of face Tell 'em no "Tell 'em no" "Tell 'em no" I don't think so [Verse 2: Mortar] It's like "no way José", those days that you make A pay is like me and an Xbox, no play No game, this is straight up real talk You're fake like the moon landin's doin' that Neil walk So pose for the cameras Pose in my sniper scope, hope what I wrote's slammin' ya Back into the left like Dallas, Texas [?] squeezin' at the [?] High calibre mindset Three-dimensional high definition mic check Yep, I'll be one-two spittin' Encoded messages of death detected in my writtens Testin' me? I'm thinking "best not" Your funeral, I'm thinking guest spot First, I'll be the head dirt digger Kick you in the earth and roll off on a hurst in my trunk [Hook 2: Mortar] I come from a place in the paranoid state And they wanna make you believe that everything's great I tell 'em no "Tell 'em no" You gotta tell 'em no "Tell 'em no" I don't think so [Sample] We still do not know where it came from Help! Help! Nothing can stop it. [?] [Verse 3: Headlock] It's like "no way José", the slow change is no game Deadlier than propane when Heady get to blow flames Talkin' straight cocaine chargin' from a G Freestyle get expensive when you pass it on to me The paper is a purpose, chasin' it to circus Claim it for a jerk and I'm takin' it to serve Blame it on the madness, blame it on the habits Blame it on the eighteen-inch rims on the carriage [?] you're still rhymin' Value of your stock is worth a Porsche full of diamonds Slaughter of a mind set, thought it and designed it Don't want to hear any talk about consignment Headlock ain't gonna get it, pockets full of debit Rock it in a sess' but if you got a lot of credit I'm ready to go, said it at the show But they better get some dough or I'm tellin' 'em...yeah [Hook 3: Headlock] I come from a place where the money gets chased And they wantin' you to wait 'cause they short on the papes I tell 'em no "Tell 'em no" "Tell 'em no" I don't think so [Verse 4: Trials] It's like "no way José", shit'll be okay They ran from their fans, found love in their cocaine Steve got a shock but not bigger than what Bindi got Trigga got a shock when these rappers turn indie-pop Mixtapes got our [?] [?] with tracks, started [?] No wonder Down Under rap got in a slum Wack records [?] one drop every month Funkoars, Clandestien, back on the grill again Word of a tour got the world on a pill again Bring 'em here shitface, come forth thickhead Front row jump when our van [?] phys ed Need the weed for the world that we livin' in I call P and Lando's Calrissian We goin' down in the same boat Motherfuck sayin' yeah, let me hear you say no [Hook 4: Trials] When you come from a state where the green is grey Cross-borders, they charge you a premium rate Tell 'em no "Tell 'em no" You gotta tell 'em no "Tell 'em no" I don't think so [Verse 5: Sesta] It's like "no way", okay, where the fuck your manners? I got to [?] like I'm [?] with the [?] And it's a bigger prick than Jason Akermanis And I send an Adam with a mallet and some malice Bring balance, let 'em have it Can't help it, forced to have it Here I go, I'll put the hammer down like [?] Any rapper out, I rapped around And got my dancin' off Van Dam kick-boxer Next stop, the green doctor, what's the deal? When Trigga get the beat, that shit is never soft It isn't written on, that shit is written off You make a livin' off shit that you're spittin' And I'm not in a position to tell you any different Yeah, your music is bad But, nowadays, most music is bad, let's get along [Hook 5: Sesta] Man, I come from a place where the churches are great So I go once a week just to give 'em my wage Tell 'em no "Tell 'em no" "Tell 'em no" I don't think so