Putting That Work In

Verse 1 (Mitchos DaMenace): Always putting that work in I'm hungry So of course that I'm first in Step to the plate watch Menace go murk 'em One things for certain, I burn 'em Feeling like hers-man constantly stirring the pot Last six months look how far that he's got As long as I'm feeling them bars I won't stop As long as you feeling At Large are on top Tryna be destructive Why you tryna be a fuck-whit? Nah no line later nah kid I mean fair game got the raid in for nothing All real here but you question me tough man End of discussion Head got concussion Bent and you bluffing Now all that shit that you said was for nothing Yeh I worked for this spot You will learn what I got Coz I'm something you're not Always putting that work in I mean for that dime that you searching that dirt And hoping it works yeah fuck a suburban S.O.D was the hood that you learn from Best know me your fake friends I burn 'em Fort' said fuck the stripes well I've earned 'em Well I've earned 'em The streets gon' feel me Yeh that place where I glass is a filthy Sparin' no ones 'til ya feel me Coz this is the real me Coz we're... Verse 2 (Fraksha): And you know that I'm putting that work in Mans know that I'm fully on working And the flow that I'm cooking is murking So any show that I go I'm looking at hurting Non-stop work Man I'm putting that work in No days off 'till I'm pulling that curtain That's certain I just wanna catch that buzz like yaks in the club tryna hook up that Birkin I'm still learning Never gonna stop that Bre'z chat shit and they never gon' stop that When I drop tracks, better go cop that Bars mans spit, nah you're never gonna top that Nah nah nah nah Never gonna top that Mans got bars that you're never gonna combat Mitchos sent me the beat I said yeah blood, okay let me don that Coz I'm on that non-stop working Slew them beats coz I'm non-stop working Sydney to Melbourne Linking with Sheldon Putting in work while you literally shelving Man I spit 'till the bell ring In it for the long haul mans got stamina I don't care if you're bad I'm badder bruh Frak bring heat like mans in Malaga Verse 3 (Sarm): Always putting that work in I'm hungry of course I'm thirsting Step to the plate you know Sarm will murk 'em I ain't fuck around with this verse I'm certain Dont care what ya serving I'm the guy that these pricks keep swerving As I'm writing, I'm drinking the bourbon Thinking 'bout life as I look through the curtain So many lads not one of them searching Now they're all trapping, perfect Not saying I'm perfect But when you talk shit don't think I ain't heard it Yeah See times have changed Back in my day you had to find a lane Too many gronks wanna fly the plane But they ain't want work on the time it takes And I'm wide awake I never lied on tape What you see is what you get I ain't hide away A few little pricks got some lies to make All good bruz I smile and wave 10 years I've been half-hearted Never charted, my kids I fathered Should've charged it when we started Took my time Never chased no market But now I'm thirsting bro Taking my shots like Thurston goals Young punks try swerve my flow try turbo tho can't catch that flow You're like a roll with gherkins bro I'm on a roll with Burt at bowls To save being me, preserve my soul You best quit making rap go work at Coles Verse 4 (Alex Jones): Always putting that work in I be on my job tryna bring that work in Thinking like a boss I work around the clock and the grind don't stop nah I'm too determined Work on your verses then try verse us See me on a urn with earns we out searching Name your top 5 emcees go find us a beat Bring ya best and bet that I'll murk him Word that's A dot J that's 'D O C' Still that same don came from the 303 No face ? we OG's My whole team on raves like we don't sleep You know me O Z grime D O D I'm came up tryna make it to the T O P Never dreamed I'd be interstate coz the airplay on and off airplanes like B O B But You can't clash if it's "I v' you" Think you're a hot shot 'til "I v' you" Talking up but when I see you Eye to eye You end up in the ICU Transparent the mirror I might 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 thinking that I see two You're a two-faced snake A 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 you type the type like you're saying it's on site and quietly ride by 'em You can't even write you bite like Mike Tyson Live in a dreamland You feeling like Mic Righteous? You pretend to be something you're not in front of your friends you try to stunt you're a flop Pick up on a pen you cunts are front like a boss Get done in the end I bet your Mum couldn't watch like Oh my god that's not my son Did I stutter my brudda said not my son Looking at your mates like what am I, dumb? I make your chick say to you, what have I done?