[Intro: Lil Wayne]

Ah, man, don't I keep it in the black bag. We just go wherever we go after the club. Wherever. Yeah, I just record, man. I just record, it doesn't matter. Like, I just record wherever, whenever, whatever, it doesn't matter

[Verse 1: Nick Lupi]

See, this right here is for the

Uninitiated, this for the unconvinced

The unwaverin' fans bumpin' our disks

Sorry, I kept you waiting, but I promise you this

When we done with this shit they gonna dust it for prints

What you think? I never hung with bullies in the yard

Never voted for Abbott or for Julia Gillard

So I'm watchin' my back like I'm Julian Assange

Only payin' with cash 'cause they tracin' all my cards

See, now this weed got me scopin' for cops

Gettin' stoned in a glass house, throwin' my rocks

Until I pass out, in my zone I'm goin' off

And it won't stop till Alan Jones in the box

Catch me back at the residence thinkin' 'bout the next thing

Smokin' like a president, I'm Inner West wing

And really you should think about investing

In the campaign or the issues I'm addressing

Hit you in your heart like you missing with that vest thing

Anything that's pressing, everything regret brings

It's like revenge for the victims that are resting

Mix weed with the politics, cigarette spins

What would you say wit' your last breaths given:

Confession for the sinnin' or songs for the women?

I'm tryna write it all but my hands lost feeling

These drums already know too much, I gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em

[Interlude: Jimmy Nice]

Yeah, yeah

I said these drums already know too much, I gotta kill 'em

All right, all right

I said these drums already know too much

[Verse 2: Jimmy Nice]

Picture a [?] playground where nobody playin' round

Everybody know each other like they from a small town

Couple bad apples and the bunch'll let you down

You don't rep the same letters, better skate, ah, now

Always hard to get a hold of, mum ain't caught a wink (Nah)

Wonder what the Lord've though if he caught a glimpse (Damn)

Paddy wagon rides every Saturday night

Still I've never been to court nor been caught since

Fuck these toys in the world if they with them

And me my young flare and the girls we were hittin'

Ain't it unfair how we did 'em, even though my dad missin'

I ain't never been the type to blame the tools I was given

Listen up, Nicky we on it, give 'em real, give 'em honest

Lookin' at the profits, that probably isn't enough

Which doctors stitchin' me up? Should I picket at your office

With a 40-foot sign sayin', "Hi, listen to us"

We could give six fucks 'bout your corny arse multis

Weak arse metaphors, three bars dead 'em all

Better than them all, we are, you can bet it all

Bet you double up like BNE at Festival Hall

Work it out like a medicine ball, dummy

Bet on double S, double all your money

We some well dressed vandals, validated villains

And these drums already know too much, I gotta kill 'em

[Outro: Jimmy Nice]

These drums already know too much, I gotta kill 'em