Yah Think - Drapht, Dazastah, Pegz

Oi Daz, do you think what I’m thinking?

I think that they’re thinking that we care about what they think

But don’t you think that their thinking about all this thinking a little too

much?

Fuckin hell, alright

This going out to all you tough motherfuckers

D and Pegz will hang you high from a clothesline

Strip the sheep of wolves clothing with a dope rhyme

Head first, I’ll throw you into my walls of passion

And still you fucking eggheads wouldn’t know what’s cracking

Stirring the pot, I scramble your brain for breakfast

SBX kid, the fathers of some next shit

Gotta dark iron flow like a pint of Guinness

Fuck Steve Irwin, I’m notable like the Indiginous

I never let you take my style out

Sick, fluent and loud like I worked out a way to make my bomb shout

Spit versatile on topics in life’s list

While you scene jocks only battle emcees that don’t exist

Fuck a hip hop scene, I make music for your mind

And turn bandwagon jumpers into followers for life

And on that note, I’m signing off on this tip

???

was all about your bitch

Ya think ya shit don’t stink?

Ya better think twice

All I see is soft pussies like a pair of pink tights

Ya think I shouldn’t sing and just bring it to em raw?

But I’m bored of the wars and the way that you record

Ya think you’re in a struggle, thinking that you’re hungry

You live in paradise, not a third world country

You think you’re the shit, yeah you’re better than the rest?

YOU DON’T WANNA RISK DEATH

In the heat of the moment D-r's known for getting malicious

My fucking issues in a penthouse, still I’m staying ambitious

So I won’t be washing dishes, won’t be working for peanuts

Who’s sposed to be dumped in trunks quicker than a mobsters cleanup

A pre-nup agreement when I’m reaming this rap scene

The pack’s been infected and I’m leaving no vaccine

The cat’s been, let out of the bag on you

Watched the rats run, so every doubt I had is true

Got gratitude for many, anyone in my vicinity

Battered and bruised egos wanted to fucking finish me Who?

I should’ve knew that you would scoop to the lowest path

Fucking animals treating this scene like it’s Noah’s Ark

Know your heart’s in the wrong place

There’s enough room for tough crews and hippies that are rhyming about mushrooms

Don’t even start if you’re thinking you will bust through

Obese and SBX, killing this?

I fucking must do 9 to 5, works monotony

Tryna survive and serve the economy

Obese Creeew burn methodically

Terminology experts learn it properly

Pegz and Drapht inspire passionate people

Live from the motherfucking Axis of Evil

Where fascists upheaval this war against terror

How many gonna die for George’s vendetta?

Born September, the Devil’s advocate

Fear campaigns and mental larrikins

Our governments sold out, nothing’s sacrilege

Except the Catholic Church and corporate affluence

Worse than liver disease, addiction to speed

Powers like smack for the rich and elite

We nurse the illest emcees with this diction we breathe

Untraceable tracks from west to the east

«Possibly, you might try stopping me»

«Well obviously boy, you ain’t thinking properly»

«Possibly, you might try stopping me»

«My philosophy is to keep this shit poppin»