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?