Lickety Split - Big Island

We don’t take no shit

The Mixa and the Z rapping Lickety Split

So here it is, your typical motivational track

We’re on track to make an inspirational rap

We don’t lack or slack, on no occasion we wack

Time to teach you a lesson educational smack

I told y’all I be selling tracks and rippin mics

(you're more likely to be selling crack and hitting pipes)

Damn! they said i was a blind fool

In ten years they’re saying I knew MCZ back in highschool

So nod your head, tap along make you feet eat-

The ground, hands clap, J-Mixa treats the heat beat

You got a story to tell? Lay it

It’s about what you’re conveying, not how you say it

Forget about the accent, were still gon display it

And you’ll play it, love it or hate it, survey it, time to replay it

I’m laying this verse, no time to be playing, with a funky bass I should this

race

Just in case I combust this place that’s up in space, that’s what I’m saying

And I’m done!

Hey wait, been making beats since grade eight

But they hate an Aussie voice, they say we should vacate

Bout to make a break-through, save the date

Introducing Big Island to the industry like «g'day mate»

We don’t take no shit

The Mixa and the Z rapping lickety split

The newy rap duo, poets if you will

Although it gives you chills, we pack a punch like pills

Chilly in the winter, summers with tropical heat

We own this land like the Awabakal peeps

First, let me pay respect to the elders

Dropping heat like kaboom, you’ll need some bomb shelters

We come well prepared to produce shit that hectic

Got my book of rhymes, keep my pen like an epileptic

Musically talented, with my head screwed on

Jazz and rap, two in one like a futon

We don’t take no shit

The Mixa and the Z rapping lickety split

Looking for an audience, we’re wondering where our tracks went

We’re not gonna get held back just from an accent

Coz we’re the best around, we’ll be blessed if we get found

Handpicked to signed a deal so we can manifest our sound

It’s just a stereotype that I’m white, they say I can’t bury a mic

Well here I am, ill shout it, you shouldn’t doubt it

Now what the fuck you gonna do about it

So how do you think Big Island came about?

Well, it was fear love smiling, pain, and doubt

(Nah, I mean the name?) well, how do you figure?

Australia’s got two islands we on the one that’s bigger

My rhymes are like gold, you might need a gold digger

One thing you must know, we flow like Hov-Jigga

With emotion and vigour on the mic, smooth Mike

We can catch your ear just like Mike did right?

So yeah it’s true, we might sound like this mate

It’s not hard to translate when you relate

To the greats, N-S-W's the state

Rapping is the trait and greatness is the fate

No debate

We don’t take no shit

The Mixa and the Z rapping Lickety Split

(We don’t take no shit

The Mixa and the Z rapping Lickety Split)