[Intro: Trials]
Oh right, you thought we forgot?
Hahaha
T-rigga, Maundzini
Skrubbed out, Mr Shadow
Big Purp, we all alone together
Let's go
[Verse 1: Trials]
See, that motherfuckin'
Golden Era got them sweatin' till they gettin' work off (See ya!)
See them hoardin' all their sanitiser just to jerk off (Wanker)
Every fuckin' record soundin' like the fuckin' 'Worst of' (Yep)
Nah, I don't rate 'em, I hate 'em down to their first love
I'ma break it down when I open up (Yeah)
Their shit's a mould of us (Yeah), your new shit is soundin' old as fuck
See, I don't need to down bad 'cause e'rybody sound bad
Trigga hit the track and got it crackin' like an ounce bag
Put 'em on the platter like The Undertaker sat up
We ain't got beef, little boy, I'll beat your dad up (Nah, I'll do it)
You fuck around and catch a waddy to the body
On the telephone like meetin' dealers in the lobby
They gets no love, choked up, tell 'em I said, "So what!"
Show nuff, lookin' dumb as fuck like Andrew Bogut (Idiot)
What a difference them beers can make (True)
Shittin' everywhere on my smear campaign, motherfucker
[Verse 2: Maundz]
If I ain't in your top five, then your five's wrong
The general got stripes, here to Taiwan
But Melbourne city, that's the habitat
Back myself like the lass on your kappa pants
Trapeze acrobat, we caught bodies
You the type to get abusive after four stollies (Get the fuck out of here, man)
So don't be barkin' at the Kujo
Only blocks you been around is motherfuckin' Duplo
My team puff beaugals, I hunt rubles
Done it for the love but I ain't one to canoodle ([?])
You chill at Mickey D's with the Chicken N Cheese
While I'm tryna keep it movin' with the kicks on my feet (Ooh wee)
That's a no-brainer, I've been to hell and back
Tryna live before I wind up in a cabbage patch (Bye bye)
My name chime a bell
Been ghost for a minute but supreme for my clientele
[Scratches: Base Kadet]
"Motherfucker" "Golden Era" "Uh"
"Write rhymes till my mind is achin'"
"Poppa been smooth since days of" "Golden Era"
"What up, what up" "Write rhymes till my mind is achin'"
"Never lose, n—n—never lose"
"What up, what up" "Write rhymes till my mind is achin'"
"Do somethin' to—to—to—to us"
"Base Kadet"
[Verse 3: Shadow]
Yah, I got the place goin' rowdy
Have you seen me before?
I'm a contract killer and I'm ready for war
Cut your stomach wide open, let him decor the floor
And in the Adelaide Zoo's where we bury the corpse—Jokes
Crazy, are you sure you even understand?
I hit the stage for thirty minutes, make a couple grand
Yeah, yellow notes snapping this rubber bands
The coke come via boat if it's on demand
Uh, jam COD while I'm isolated
No friends online that I can play with (Loner)
Yeah, human snakes, see, they like to shape-shift
I smoke the fruitiest of buds 'cause I like the fragrance (Pass out)
All these rappers wanna blow but couldn't buy the patience
See, I been waiting for the throne, now the crown's for takin' (Gimme)
Uh, I write rhymes till my mind is achin'
Won't blink till the page is filled and my eyes are shakin'
Shadow's here and I ain't tryna make a hit song
Trendsetter, everybody askin' where my kicks from ([?])
I went to court and beat the case for how I hit bongs
This the type of music you be pumpin' out your kick-ons
A scene full of all these actors like a sitcom
Out here, beatin' on my chest like I'm King Kong
Comin' with the sauce, no Dijon
Mustard, never gettin' busted, Kizon
[Scratches: Base Kadet]
"Do something to—to—to—to us"
Killer
[Verse 4: Skrub]
When we hit the stage, they stay shook like they're halfway crooks
And give 'em more to worry 'bout than how their diamond chain looks ([?])
I ain't following no playbooks, I'm pickin' up the whole
World to drop it on their heads without the Lil Wayne hook
Shut the club like I'm COVID
Don't need to act street but I still get 'em buck like the homeless
If it's us in the moment, then I guess it's too late
For everybody here lookin' fake like a toupee
(Ah, yeah) Let me flex on 'em
I get these rappers burnin' whatever they write like the Feds watchin' (Freeze)
They slept on us, now, definitely get their head-noddin'
So tell Houston we the next problem (Houston, we have a problem)
Never got a six-figure
Just got 'em runnin' when I'm on the track with Maundz and big Trigga
Hit my weed, sip a little bit of rich liquor
If life's a bitch then I got her wrapped around my ring finger, like (Blah)
[Verse 5: Purpose]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The king killer, I skin spitters like chinchillas
These raps just like our dick pictures, a big difference
How you keepin' up when all your hits misses? (C'mon man)
How you seein' us when all the whips tinted?
Killers send sprinters for me, women send pictures for me
Haters show love to me, builders sketch kitchens for me
Business earn interest for me, build and burn inventory
Live and learn is my story (What?), live and learn is my—wait
Funny, motherfuckers told me I'd have to fight
Now they lookin' like they holdin' the pads for Mike
Uh, nervously checkin' the time signature
Like they had five minutes to speak with the Prime Minister
Tell your big bro and them, I'm big bro to them
Tell your capo, I'll never be lil bro'd again
I'm still loaded and locked, shock, no, not him
I'm goin' in, cover me, no, there's only one of me, it's Purp
[Outro: Trials]
Yeah
Five the motherfuckin' hard way
Haha
Golden Era in the COVID era
We out here, but inside
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