[Verse 1: Nerve]

Check it, yuh yuh

Another due, 'nother work non-stop

Up in my room bumping tunes til the world nods off

Because my city sleeps but my grind doesn't

Try writing rhymes rugged in my mind's eye while I lie buggered

I'm recycling wax and not bars

So when I tell you that your rhyming is wack and not hard

It's 'cause you're failing to enlighten the track

In light of this fact, I'm seeing your reside

Is to reside in the back and slide in the cracks

'Cause when I'm trying to scratch

Don't ask me where the muthafuckin' microphone at

I'm likely to snap, slash side to side with an axе

And have you crying for your life while you'rе trying to rap, yuh

Nah check it, really i'm a pacifist

I'm just on some aggy shit every time I have to spit

Grab the wax, bust or scratch with a fractured wrist

And have these cats running laps like they practice sprints

[Verse 2: Butter D]

Can't afford shit so I be living in debt

I'm getting cheques but still ticking like a kid with tourettes

These blisters in my skin have risen to the biggest they'll get

So shit, prick it with the pin and let it drip on my legs

Sick in the head, respect where it's due

But never see me sucking up like any Elephant do

You feel the energy the second that I step in the room

And if you ain't with this shit you should be fuckin' getting a clue

It's a, indoor pool, you don't wanna run in this place

Something is amiss? Then I'll come bust to make your disc break

I know some cunts that haven't got a shit taste

Like shouts to everyone that's heard the fuckin' mixtape

Fresh dude, my shit's great, I've let down, my wind break

Your friends who have let you put tracks out are insane

Your wet tunes are misplaced, your rap sounds like shit mate

I'll send you, "I meant to put trash out on bin day"

[Verse 3: Nibs]

My eyes realise heading with the time

Battered minds, distant worlds, it will shatter kind

Paying fines to cater to when I'm making mine

Latter rhymes, fascination with those tattered crimes

Pattern placement invalidated, they're gonna paint it

Ventilated or penetrated to defecate it

I feel amazing with pen and paper when I'm mandated

I could turn it 'round and then fling a pound of a certain basic

Working late on these hurting cases like curving tasers

Burning faces with acid whips and there's no debating

Learn the Matrix to curb the game in with what you're playing

So I failed to turn the ladle for all these player haters

Giving money to tellers, made [?]

And you don't know what I mean kid, you masturbate it

Driven dummies out the whipping in before our neighbours

I'm elated to follow Cain and Abel and they all say it

[Verse 4: Vokal]

See 99.99 percent of the time

You never find a rapper writing rhymes better than I

I set alight to the night sky

I leave you buried in lies, say goodbye to Mr. Nice Guy

Such decrepit disguise until the vibe died

But nothing ever survives without a life line

Night time crime as a youth was a necessity

But things had to change because my future was in jeopardy

Teenage pregnancies were stressing me out

Too young to really even understand what sex was about

Tryna figure how a kid could be a father

Had me hit the liquor harder than a sticky-tip pinata

It's the, harsh questions I'd embark on myself

Whenever I would start stressing or a part of me fell

The dealt was too much pressure with the cards I've been dealt

But I ain't ever been the type to start asking for help

[Verse 5: Wombat]

So this is it, it's the life I chose puffing a cig

Stuck in a trip with a microphone covered in spit

Stutter and slip, try to find a flow, nothing will fit

Fuck it I'll quit, lie and light a cone, bug in it

Suddenly think I might die alone, wondering this

Coming to grips like it's time to go, jumping the ship

Sunk with the fish while I sigh, I'm so done with this shit

Chucking a fit like I might explode, cut off the wick

I guess I'm fucked in the head

Couple buds and a sesh as I mumble under my breath

I'm a troubled cunt and a mess so I double up on my meds

Stuck in nothing but stress

And I'll run amok till I'm dead or become a junkie on meth

And I'll bug off bugs in my flesh, I'm in the city as I ash a ciggie

See me acting shifty, double back and rack a pack of Twisties

Dashing quickly, fuck a Taxi 'cause the traffic's busy

Still I'm rapping silly, mad and shitty 'til I pack a billy

[Verse 6: Greeley]

Big Greelz at the front of the bar

Getting cut from the table 'cause I was under it last

Too drunk to restart, broken, cool I covered the charge

Giving legs and had to split like a slut at the bar

But these days I just stick to busting the bars

The tit in these women, stashing skrilla under their bras

I had enough of the laziness, gotta jump in the car

While others will wait and wonder when the bus will depart

I think it's fuckin bizarre, all these cunts are retards

A glass spilling over the act like the fucker is half

It's just another barrage, getting cut off the path

The direction that you're heading's just enough to embark

If youse are abused as the governments are

Just go get drunk at the park or fuckin' strum a guitar

I've had enough of these idiots, sick in the gut 'til I pass

So, I'll continue to build it just for the love of the art