(Verse 1: Oddsox)

Should be ending credits back on this set

Should be stacking up these dollars but where earning respect

With the best where living life like an action sequence

But where stuck in pre-production trying to get the backers interest

Get em all to listen not fire it is fission

Of nuclear variety go stack your ammunition

Missing when firing it, a bad guy from a movie flick

Killing the underground there ain't no denying it

What’s the point of being humble when your this good?

Wrap it gift it, Christmas in your neighbourhood

If I wasn’t from Australia and people could

Understand my accent I’d be spitting on Tim Westwood

At best would, arrest footage, rap with the best of em

When I jump on stage I am testing what they expect with it

Get your foot in

I’m not trying to open doors I am kicking off the fucking hinges

(Verse 2 : Oddsox)

Tripping brain got me feeling deranged

So we mix a couple drugs I don’t like being safe

Dopamine low levels that’s the price we pay

To be create mother fuckers it’s a chess game check mate

Let’s pray I don’t really want to write an essay

To get a shitty job I don’t care if the shit pays

What’s the fucking point if my jobs not to create?

What’s the fucking point I can say that I made it?

I’ll be qualified end of the year

Told my parents five more just to see if I can get here

Put it on the line like the champ I am top teir

Put it out for fans I love you sincere

I’ll be giving you all that I got

I mean I’ll never sell out never sign on the dot

And if it breaks what I’m doing or it strays from the plot

This tapes a little part of me, welcome to Woodstock