[Intro: Jimmy Nice]

Oh yeah

What up, Illy Al? What up, 60?

It's my turn, man

It's my turn

[Verse 1: Jimmy Nice]

I'm livin' in a

Forty level terrace that towers out of the heavens

I'ma pull out a rock from my bag made out of Hessian

Try to knock out my windows, invite the deceased to party

Make it rain out of everywhere we steppin', a'ight

They call me Jimmy Dean or James Flames, it's all the same

Hayne or Federer: ain't no one better in the game

Got a bird's-eye view, meanin' hella good aim

A voicemail that records whenever y'all prayin'

I'm a triple six in the sky, I'm fuckin' unpredictable (Hey)

Sunshine in the summer, I'm fuckin' up that ritual (All right)

Try to send me to Satan for playin' cards, skippin' school

Kept one up my sleeve and tricked you fools

I'm a joker, formulatin' my set, I forget

Where my ball went? The news—Henry the Fifth's head (Shit)

Get us some petty, I think we gonna hit red

Six eggs left to throw at my racing car bed

Got the real James Dean to chauffeur me there instead

Wouldn't be half bad if he wadn't half dead

This my halfway home, half white, half red

Ask Fred who bedrock it the hardest in the bed (Fuck it)

He gon' tell you my name, Betty say Lu (Yeah)

If he tell me your name we gon' say, "Who?"

Horrorshow and Joyride make up the crew

And we been puttin' in work, check the résumé, dude

2002, we recorded through computer mics

Seven rappers in one take, make sure you do it right

[?] to droppin' a cameo for Swarmy (Swarmy)

Then we dropped The Future’s Bright and walked you through the Light

Call me cocky, but I can do this with my eyes shut

Mouth shut when talkin' to cops, put five up

School teacher told me that "There's no I in team"

In turn, I'm tellin' him my team run the I-Dub

Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, lyrically put the chalk around ya

I'm tired of bein' short-changed like a water fountain

Maybe that's karma for all the times that I stole from 'em

See gold, got a hold like Gollum

[Interlude: Nick Lupi]

Uh

Yeah

A-Diddy, loop that up for me, man

If you would be so kind, haha

[Verse 2: Nick Lupi]

Turn up the speakers, I still

Got instrumentals playin' in my inner monologue (Still)

I'm in a zone once I get the lyrics poppin' off

Furniture movin' and the lights flickin' on and off (Uh)

Paranormal shit when we in your city rockin' spots (Uh, uh, woo)

One Day is the clique, Spit, Horrorsquad

Joyride 'bout to shut 'em down, just give 'em what you got ([?])

I sleep when I'm dead (Dead), let's get a bottle, boss

Way too much pussy to be tamed to be noddin' off

And, yo, I'm wide awake, in a state, higher place

Kush in the air, I'm in an elevated mind state

Hold up, let me just find my place

Let me take it back for a sec, yeah, let's rewind the tape (Uh)

Rockin' shows in high school, yeah, I had a fake ID

Faded every weekend, still I aced the HSC (98)

There were no girls back then, was mainly me

But now the girls at our shows look like they from an agency (Haha)

Like Priscilla's, I ain't talkin' 'bout a desert queen (Uh-uh)

I'm talkin' 'bout some dime pieces in the mezzanine (Oh yeah)

And she lookin' damn fine in them denim jeans (Uh, uh)

West Coast, evergreen, twisted like some fettuccine

We in Perth, we rock a show, we hit the strippers (Uh)

They lookin' at us like, "These cunts ain't gonna tip us"

The country girls ask me, "Nick, do you have a missus?"

I said, "Even if I did, would it really make a difference?"

Ohh, she do it vicious, damn, I need a witness

We get a bit of hate, but it's mostly well-wishers

Mostly well fit bitches, I'm tryna put some

Ticks on my wish list, gourmet shit on my dishes

[Outro: Nick Lupi]

Yeah, we back up in this

Chief got the weed and [?] got the Rizzlers

[?] this that One Dayer's business

We back up in this

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