[Verse 1: Drapht]

Pushing your luck (whoa!) treading on thin ice

Don't know how to play the game, then why roll the dice?

My battle tactics I kept locked in a chest

The right time to strike is your one wrong step

Classed a pest by the eye of society

Sun goes down, appears Drapht almighty

Sight me, unlikely, a shadow in the night

Leave a trail of fat cap chrome that shines in the night

Aggressive appetite for destruction

Bombing or busting, won't be brought down by your suction

Number one function, I illuminate the moment

Uncontrollable damage unleashed on opponents

Like anacondas, rapping tight and deadly

Stunned, left breathless by more class than Bentleys

This deranged frenzy feeds off a soul

Rocking more heads than medieval catapults

Necks jolt, led by S-B-X cult

The rest bolt from text that burns quicker than volts

Your fault, for even thinking you can step

Not saying we're the best but don't call us nothing less

[Verse 2: Hunter]

I live my life on credit, spend my cash before I get it

It's true because I said it, in the paper I had read it

Now it's all lies, open your mind's eyes

See the disguise of people living their lives through possessions

And I, found wealth and it's written on this track

I take what I want from Hip Hop and give it right back

A true player and I'm always on the Hunt

And that's the reason why I wrote the song 'I'm a Cunt'

I'm out the front taking pictures of pretty girls

I'd like to travel the world and see the banners unfurled

Of Hip Hop, and its cultural diversity

I stay to the walls of beats like textbooks to universities

A professor, an obsessor, don't accept nothing less

From the West, but the best of Syllabolix unrest

The quest, the text is through with making fans

I just want the shit out there before the world ends

[Hook: Drapht, Hunter, Dazastah & Layla]

The front line, where battles are first met

Explosive text dropped on swirling heads

S-B-X, the platoon from the West

Skills progress as we demolish the best

The front line, where battles are first met

Explosive text dropped on swirling heads

S-B-X, the platoon from the West

Skills progress as we demolish the best

[Verse 3: Dazastah]

The notes and keys of this mad melody

Unlock the secrets of Dazastah's wizardry

Spawned from a single idea

The S-B-X germs spread a disease called fear

Starting out maggot, we feed off this shit

Buzzing proteges fly under my wings

Syllabolix drop like paratroopas

All armed with a mouth like bazookas

Heavy artillery, don't take us lightly

The soles of our shoes are landmines see?

Cunts, join us or perish

On this Aus Hip Hop voyage the journey is endless

Walk through hell and swim through lava

The nights get cold and the days get darker

Extreme conditions, built to last

My problem is you won't hear me have the final laugh

[Verse 4: Layla]

I Hunt for Dazastahs and perfect my Draphts

I force tasks on myself and stay true to the art

We sharp lines like darts, I hit red every time

And got threads through my eyes so I joined the front line

A fanatic warhead eager to campaign

And what I'm believing in today is your fall of fame

To be frank, you were just singing in the rain

In gutter as you shatter as I soak up the hand shapes

A hurricane, I sweep cunts off their feet

Not with fuss but with a gust as powerful as this beat

You got no choice but to remember me

With a giant rejection, Jack can go fuck his beans

I stalk instrumentals like tomcats on heat

Then pull my thoughts in like open doors on submarines

You come to see the techniques of the West

A performance barrier that keeps the crowds pressed

[Turntablism: Finatik]

"[?]" "Over the front line"

"Talk in the streets while the whole world's sleeping"

"Wait for the enemy, war declared"

"The enemy"

"Wait for the enemy, war declared"