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