[Sample]

I am in this room

I have the feeling of being everywhere

I move a billion miles with a club

Yet I am gone [?]

I am [?]

[Verse 1: Hons]

It's like "no way José", I listened to your tape

And I could write every verse to your album on my smoke break

Must be a joke mate, you forgot the punchline

Listen to it twice, I think you forgot the punchlines

Like "lyrical spiritual physical miracle

Spherical pinacle biblical ritual criminal"

Fuck that, I shoot myself in the face

Before a verse like that hit the shelf on a tape

[?] that longevity [?] you forgot the basics

The melody's great but man, you forgot to say shit

You takin' this to this

You paranoid that the music that you're making is shit

Now it ain't my fault that you're down yourself

'Bout that pop-star dream, bein' showered in wealth

That ain't ever gonna happen long as you're still rappin'

Get the fuck out my face, grab your bag and start packin'

[Hook 1: Hons]

Man, I come from a place where all of my mates

Have a master's degree in a theory of face

Tell 'em no "Tell 'em no"

"Tell 'em no" I don't think so

[Verse 2: Mortar]

It's like "no way José", those days that you make

A pay is like me and an Xbox, no play

No game, this is straight up real talk

You're fake like the moon landin's doin' that Neil walk

So pose for the cameras

Pose in my sniper scope, hope what I wrote's slammin' ya

Back into the left like Dallas, Texas

[?] squeezin' at the [?]

High calibre mindset

Three-dimensional high definition mic check

Yep, I'll be one-two spittin'

Encoded messages of death detected in my writtens

Testin' me? I'm thinking "best not"

Your funeral, I'm thinking guest spot

First, I'll be the head dirt digger

Kick you in the earth and roll off on a hurst in my trunk

[Hook 2: Mortar]

I come from a place in the paranoid state

And they wanna make you believe that everything's great

I tell 'em no "Tell 'em no" You gotta tell 'em no

"Tell 'em no" I don't think so

[Sample]

We still do not know where it came from

Help! Help! Nothing can stop it. [?]

[Verse 3: Headlock]

It's like "no way José", the slow change is no game

Deadlier than propane when Heady get to blow flames

Talkin' straight cocaine chargin' from a G

Freestyle get expensive when you pass it on to me

The paper is a purpose, chasin' it to circus

Claim it for a jerk and I'm takin' it to serve

Blame it on the madness, blame it on the habits

Blame it on the eighteen-inch rims on the carriage

[?] you're still rhymin'

Value of your stock is worth a Porsche full of diamonds

Slaughter of a mind set, thought it and designed it

Don't want to hear any talk about consignment

Headlock ain't gonna get it, pockets full of debit

Rock it in a sess' but if you got a lot of credit

I'm ready to go, said it at the show

But they better get some dough or I'm tellin' 'em...yeah

[Hook 3: Headlock]

I come from a place where the money gets chased

And they wantin' you to wait 'cause they short on the papes

I tell 'em no "Tell 'em no"

"Tell 'em no" I don't think so

[Verse 4: Trials]

It's like "no way José", shit'll be okay

They ran from their fans, found love in their cocaine

Steve got a shock but not bigger than what Bindi got

Trigga got a shock when these rappers turn indie-pop

Mixtapes got our [?]

[?] with tracks, started [?]

No wonder Down Under rap got in a slum

Wack records [?] one drop every month

Funkoars, Clandestien, back on the grill again

Word of a tour got the world on a pill again

Bring 'em here shitface, come forth thickhead

Front row jump when our van [?] phys ed

Need the weed for the world that we livin' in

I call P and Lando's Calrissian

We goin' down in the same boat

Motherfuck sayin' yeah, let me hear you say no

[Hook 4: Trials]

When you come from a state where the green is grey

Cross-borders, they charge you a premium rate

Tell 'em no "Tell 'em no" You gotta tell 'em no

"Tell 'em no" I don't think so

[Verse 5: Sesta]

It's like "no way", okay, where the fuck your manners?

I got to [?] like I'm [?] with the [?]

And it's a bigger prick than Jason Akermanis

And I send an Adam with a mallet and some malice

Bring balance, let 'em have it

Can't help it, forced to have it

Here I go, I'll put the hammer down like [?]

Any rapper out, I rapped around

And got my dancin' off Van Dam kick-boxer

Next stop, the green doctor, what's the deal?

When Trigga get the beat, that shit is never soft

It isn't written on, that shit is written off

You make a livin' off shit that you're spittin'

And I'm not in a position to tell you any different

Yeah, your music is bad

But, nowadays, most music is bad, let's get along

[Hook 5: Sesta]

Man, I come from a place where the churches are great

So I go once a week just to give 'em my wage

Tell 'em no "Tell 'em no"

"Tell 'em no" I don't think so