[Intro]

Oi! Ayy

Oi! Oi!

[Verse 1: Burd Brain]

They call me stupid crazy 'cause I make music daily

I might be slightly loco, you checked my tunes out lately?

Some people call me Burd, some people call me Brainy

I've got a way with words; Bruce McAvaney

Oh my god, I'm a Lord

I was born on the floor of a four-door Ford

Parked on the lawn at the morgue on the corner

Quarter to four in the mornin'

It was morbid for sure, awkwardly raw

Blunt hacksaw for the chord

Parked on the lawn at the morgue on the corner

Quarter to four in the morning

Wet 'em up with my SuperSoaker

Dirty big grin like I'm new to poker

Burn one turn when I drew the joker

At around noon when I woke

I found my hope in a pound of dope

On a mountain slope where the heads at

Don't forget I'm a expat

Came from the mainland, raised on the left map

[Chorus]

Every day that I wake up, I gotta rhyme

Rendering waves in the cage takes a lot of time

Getting paid but not a slave to the dollar sign

I remain sane 'cause I don't stay for the bottom line

Old enough to know better, young enough to not give a fuck

I don't trust a go-getter, motherfuckers will give you up

Ain,t gonna learn no lesson, spend all my time spittin', brah

THC and I’m reppin' in the studio in the pub

[Verse 2: Fusion]

Oi! Fuck off!

I don't fuck with you cunts and your love songs

And if I'm drunk on the Bundy and Ruskov

I'm coming for blood like her time of the month's hot

Leaving these rappers' dreams in the ashes

Each track I drop's like unleashing the Kraken

I'm leading the pack with unbeatable passion

And stronger spirit than Green Fairy Absinthe

I'm back at it again

Lurk at the back with a pad and a pen

Work on a track till I'm haggard, incensed

But happy that it'll be snappin' ya neck

When the window shattering bass hits, son

Till you're screw facing, lookin' like ya face lift's fucked

And ya mates sit, tucking their chains in, cunt

Afraid like I am of a baby bump

When I grab the mic, it's the start of the lesson

Put ya hands up, I'm not askin' a question

Put ya hands up, I won't ask it again

Or I'll mark you for death, put your arse in detention

Hit the verse like an earthquake

Surgeon of words, shit burns from the first take

Murkin' a verse while lurking Burd Brain

But still not quite sure of his birth name

Mental in the brain

Burning effigies together with enemies at the steak

I'm definitely deranged, the devil's in me to stay

Eternally till I'm sentenced to burn away in the flames

Ah, better ventilate shit when I get on stage

Already steaming like I'm up in Adelaide

Scrawling, I'm drawing the scene in like Anime

Faggot made rappers will crumple like cellophane

[Chorus]

Every day that I wake up, I gotta rhyme

Rendering waves in the cage takes a lot of time

Getting paid but not a slave to the dollar sign

I remain sane 'cause I don't stay for the bottom line

Old enough to know better, young enough to not give a fuck

I don't trust a go-getter, motherfuckers will give you up

Ain,t gonna learn no lesson, spend all my time spittin', brah

THC and I’m reppin' in the studio in the pub

[Verse 3: Butter D]

I stay faded, my brain's changin'

On the nod, don't wanna be awakened

Never snitched but I'm makin' a statement

And sayin' if they're deep in the rocks, I'ma cave 'em

Tried not to give 'em any clues

Next minute, see my face on the Vigilante news

And I didn't plan to shoot but I hit 'em and I move

Went and opened 'em up like you did a can of soup, uh

In Tas got around a lot

Lived bottom and the middle and now the top

Nothin' for me in Glenorchy so I got the fuck out

Still got people yellin' out at my mum's house

I ain't there, better off messagin'

Enemies decapitated so I got ahead of 'em

No protectin' from son like Melanin

So I stay burnin' a verse for the hell of it

Had it hard 'cause your father'd belt ya

I was gettin' on the shard in the shelter

Now I'm writin' my bars, I'm realisin' at last

I was blind from the spark like a welder

Ain't takin' names, there's no real foes

Told 'em what's up at sixteen and they still know

On pills, I ain't got no chill though

Ain't killed nobody yet but I will though

[Chorus]

Every day that I wake up, I gotta rhyme

Rendering waves in the cage takes a lot of time

Getting paid but not a slave to the dollar sign

I remain sane 'cause I don't stay for the bottom line

Old enough to know better, young enough to not give a fuck

I don't trust a go-getter, motherfuckers will give you up

Ain,t gonna learn no lesson, spend all my time spittin', brah

THC and I’m reppin' in the studio in the pub