Black Cap Rap
Yeah
Step in the gridlock blastin' Aussie hip-hop
I'd rather listen to Hilltops than Kid Rock
Watch Chris Pop? I'd rather sit on my arse
Swiggin' a Draught in Windsor Park laughin' at Tin Dog
Ain't ill, next to who? I'm yet to met the dude
They go an extra mile, I go an extra few
Since in utero the flow super soak
Pistol Pete meet Bazooka Joe, I'm Rufio
To the pack, locked in a lab, my studio tan
Got my face white as Kabuki's with a nose full of brat
Heard the meek inherit the Earth, but for what it's worth
I'ma strong-arm this shit till I'm six foot in dirt
With raised middle fingers, big game winners
Burn City born, bred, goin' nowhere in a
Hurry motherfucker, Illy Al Murray motherfucker
Obese, Crooked Eye in this bitch, like what
Black cap, hoodie on my back
Obese on the track, we got it like that
And I'm ready for war, my words are my weaponry
Step to me
Black cap, hoodie on my back
Obese on the track, we got it like that
And I'm ready for war, my words are my weaponry
Step to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You're cold chillin', we're cryogenically frozen
Waitin' till your motherfuckin' mind's ready to open
Pegz and Illy, the biochemistry's woven
Hypothetically killin' the rhymes of any opponent
You know I worked from the bottom up
And turned my life round from the start I got
From emergin' and undercut to Burn philosopher
With verses strong enough for virgin polymer
I dropped science in theology class
Like, ""How long will the motherfuckin' novelty last
Before knowledge is born, autonomy scars?""
The new jack give 'em polygraphs, wobbly arms
Comin' off like another self-righteous zealot
Never worked a day, singin' ""fight the power""
Gettin' paid in records to paid by the hour
Now I write the cheques to sign the talent, come on!
Black cap, hoodie on my back
Obese on the track, we got it like that
And I'm ready for war, my words are my weaponry
Step to me
Black cap, hoodie on my back
Obese on the track, we got it like that
And I'm ready for war, my words are my weaponry
Step to me
what's going down around town, what
what's going down around town, what, what
Black cap, hoodie on my back
Obese on the track, we got it like that
And I'm ready for war, my words are my weaponry
Step to me
Black cap, hoodie on my back
Obese on the track, we got it like that
And I'm ready for war, my words are my weaponry
Step to me