If someone you knows is in the room is talking to the wall all day, nDon't be afraid it probably means they went out and bought my tapenCuz all it takes is these friendly top doorbells nAnd I could rhyme the language that translates crop circlesnControversial cuz I contest commercial rappersnThat gets on bottles while they're rollin in their convertablesnnDon't take it personal, I was born to burn you all nBut worse it's beserk I'm forced to state what a (???)nI'm a crime-watcher, that's right I watch crimes and laughnAnd take my half of the profits, after watching for cop carsnI can't co-operate, only operate, chase (???) and take whats in their banknnPeople people, when they see me get busy cuz I'm very very dope and I'm freakin the funky line (x2)nnI'm down for the causenlike suicide bombers, I made a life promisenWooshing underground through the city night commercenSide only spreads through these southernly threadsnI got a beautiful mind, it's just stuck in an ugly headnStunnin, my skill with someone run-of-the-millnWe comin, real, we're from Adelaide (run-of-the-mill...)nnThis underground (???) by any means, we aiin't gettin creamednWitnessing a burn you've never (???)nThe larger they are, the harder they fallnSo I drink till they can hardly recall having a body at allnI've had enough of, I aiin't actin tough, I'm actin upnBut when you put MC's under pressure, I aiin't into all that faggot stuffnnThis rhyme'll hit so bad, imma go mad nAnd Think of MC's 4th an atom up into my vocab(?)nYour wife's a bitch and Death's a slutnCuz Death comes for everyone, and when it's your turn, you're fuckednnPeople people, when they see me get busy cuz I'm very very dope and I'm freakin the funky line (x2) nnI think I'm (???), let's have a round of applausenI'm down for the cause, I'm movin mountains, bouncin off walls nI'm countin scores this is Confused councelors talkin shit, forced to spitnFrom now until I'm on stage, with walking sticksnnTo picture the potrait of an anney(?) corporate kidsnGet rappers gettin court orders against (???)nI'm mad for life, In the club, hand me the micnI keep my verses, and get myself banned for lifenIf these, hecklers dissin, and I'm standing on stage, nI'm gonna call you out and show the true meaning of crowd participation nRollin down a (???), slap the shit out of a groupie nI distracts store managers, while I'm stealin nicca(?) and movies nnForever broke, no job, no where left to gonJerry Springer comes on, and I've already seen the episodenThis is when you know you're really unemployed, brain's destroyednSippin a Centrelink and you see all your fuckin boysnnPeople people, when they see me get busy cuz I'm very very dope and I'm freakin the funky line (x2) nnMC's claim they're movin you (are they serious?)nThat's not the fact though, The fact is, you couldn't sell a burger to Fat JoenThink you're all that, you'll be fallin back n(Jaqulines here) They call her Jaq, I call her fat nnSo I packed, shirts, (?), slacks, photonStep on this mic, and when your lifes flashing back nThis song's more fatal than second-hand medicine nI even bought Federine beatbox(?)nconnect to Thomas Edison, through lettering, and underground peddling nI get these kids, open life, lungs of vitaline(?)nPresenting them like(???) nnI'm down from the cause, protecting (???)nLike cats on Viagra, I can serve you all nightnCall me the customer, because I'm always rightnAnd I'm always mad tired, like rich people with fundsnAnd this song's more deadly then sharing needles with bums!nnPeople people, when they see me get busy cuz I'm very very dope and I'm freakin the funky line (x2)