[Intro: Marley Marl]

I don't care who's first and who last

But I know that y'all just better

Rock this at the drop of a dime baby

I don't know what y'all gon' do with this, but it got to be funky

It got to be funky if you're gonna be on it

I don't care who start

I don't care what y'all do

But you got to be finished

Before the music is through

Now who's first up to bat?

[Verse 1: Trials]

Listen closely so your attention's undivided

Many in the past have tried to do what Trials did

But I get the last laugh, hassling bar staff

Passed out in car parks, looting cars parked

Staff half-mast in a crowd of sluts

And if they wasn't when I met 'em, when I left 'em then they was

What I'm fucking bout? This lane stuck it out

American History X style gutter mouth

My fam done about years of run around

Half already here, half when the shit's coming around

Half white, half Vader, stomp on the kicks

Hit the pavement bigger than Ving Rhames is

Invading your safe haven, craving Wes Craven type behaviour

Still saying that..

[Chorus: Funkoars and Vents] + (Hons)

Next up? (Well I believe that's me)

HONS! GET ON THE MIC AND ROCK THE SYMPHONY

[Verse 2: Hons]

This jam is dedicated to those who want more out of

This rap scene, then go out and buy an 'Oars album

Hons one original Kidney Shifter

Turn into a pissed man, it just depends which liquor

Switch and chats a bit quicker but never the Vick bitter

Freestyle spit to injure, now your crew's out the picture

And we back on top now, Obese got it locked down

I take 'em to school, but half these cats already dropped out

We still standing on tour, we run rampart

Pump this street anthem till your deck can't stand it

I stay landed, scam the government for honest work

Centrelink king who flips text like an office clerk

For what it's worth, your crew ain't shit to me

Pass the mic down the line of the symphony

[Chorus: Funkoars and Vents] + (Sesta)

Next up? (Yeah, well I believe that's me)

SESTA! GET ON THE MIC AND ROCK THE SYMPHONY

[Verse 3: Sesta]

It's like: Flashy gives the slice, I get nice

A motherfucker that's creeping the streets at around night

I keep out of the light, but wanting to run it

You see nobody want it, and even the cynics say they fucking love it

Plaque status, bronze budget

And treat women like Blackjack, twenty-one and up, they bust it

Fuck it, I hit it on the one-six if they want dick

But you cut your loss if the pop flips

Shit, I bring that creep show to Peepshow's

And she go to deep throat, eat it like a T-Bone

The knees-bleed section is in effect

So get your bus fare, underwear and get the fuck "out of here"

Huh, all of that and she ain't even in to me

I'm signing off, it's Ses' for the symphony so..

[Chorus: Funkoars] + (Vents)

Next up? (Yeah, I believe that's me)

VENTS! GET ON THE MIC AND ROCK THE SYMPHONY

[Verse 4: Vents]

Alright, it's like setting it off, letting it off, beginning

Fuck it, tryna ban my shit like John Lennon

Back, Men in Black, the Great White Shark

Got a green card passport, face like a retard

You been barred by the Vents One

That mean none, nill, will match dimensions

I'm large, think about who's in charge

Two nerds on the same record talking hard? Nah

Yeah, you fucking feel the wrath of the king

Challengers get a loss with a left-right swing

Word 'em up, they like wait, Vents chill

Nah serve 'em up, kill the murdered fuck

Crush, build, dust 'em off

Once they're off, reign supreme, Peepshow the team

[Chorus: Funkoars and Vents]

Next up? "I believe that's me"

REFLUX ON THE DECKS FOR THE SYMPHONY

[Verse 5: DJ Reflux]

Setting it off, set-setting it, setting it

Setting it off for the symphony

Setting it off, letting it off, beginning

I don't know what y'all gon' do with this, but it got to be funky

It got to be funky if you're gonna be on it

Rock this, for the symphony

Let it rock-rock-rock-rock, rock-rock this

For the symphony