[Intro]

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[Verse 1: WOMBAT]

Yeah

Adrenaline

And I'm never matched independant

Guess I'm making other rappers irrelevant

If you want war then fuck it, I'm clashing with ten of 'em

Bet them crack heads are delicate

Facts are developing, natural intelligence

Rappers are jealous

That Wombats back on the track and ahead of 'em

Act like the devil will crash from the heavens, that's Genesis

You'll get slapped for the hell of it (Get it?)

Back like I never left

Better yet, I'm back with Devlin

No cracker match and it's actually evident

Learn all the facts, I could burn 'em to ash

And the tracks will be evidence

I've been acting a mess when I'm smashed off my head again

As I'm kicking back in the Meriton

Filming, getting gassed up

Talk shit, then you're getting smacked up like it's heroin

I've got no love for a foe now, you get shown up in a show down

Or you'll get blown up all because of what you wanna post up

Put your phone down

I'm known in my home town no doubt, wasn't easy

'Cause I've grown up where the fiends be

I ain't phased by a fed but I bet when you see D's

Then you froze up like a PC

Young MC, man, I rep with the veterans

Young MC and I rep with the legends

Young MC then I step to a set

And I get ten wheels but don't get upset just accept it

Then I'm onto my next bitch

I don't want her friendship, I just want sex with

A lot of fake love, I just wanna take drugs and exit

That's a break up like Brexit

Jeez

I ain't ever place as a runner up

Like I'm racing a mix with a chaser, I'm raising another cup

First they hate, then later they sucking up

When I rock beats, you's don't wanna compete

Get a cup of concrete, yeah mate, better toughen up

All these cunts wanna claim they came from the gutter

You came from your mother, cunt

[Verse 2: Devlin]

Bring the rhythm, it's on

Send tunes round the world like Phileas Fog

It's the UK killer with the Wizard of Aus

No yellow brick road though

Oh no

Came from the road that's so cold, I'm in a frost

There's many a monster on the concrete

You don't want to write up that you're on beef

Unless you're ready for a murder or loss

Oh gosh, when I ran up on a record

Every emcee claiming they're strong like metal gets levelled

Please go ahead, be a rebel

Dare that you dabble with the devil

No way

You've been on that, Jodie Foster in Contact

Fuck the world, I'm beyond that

Somewhere that I can't be seen in the machine

So high I forget where I'm lost at

Yo Wombat, hop on a flight in Australia and meet me in Transylvania

And we'll kill these suckers, for real these fuckers are in it for it, major

When I strike like back in the day

Make a mic man wanna start backing away like the Moonwalk

Move, don't be in my place

Don't screw, get rude or be in my face

I'm boozed up, I don't give two fucks, I don't care who's up

I just wanna do stuff, wanna bring goons up

Then you'll get moved up, no promotion of course

You friggin' wait

When I move like Ivan Milat through the outback with a very bad idea in my brain

Devlin, you know the name

Now play the collab while the track gets weighed

[Verse 3: WOMBAT]

Yeah

Some cunts wanna act but they ain't on that

When I been bashed, had a gun to my head

Then smacked with a baseball bat

But still stand staunch, I can face all that

I was never phased or afraid of a scrap

Too many fake emcees wanna claim they're this, wanna claim they're that

But they ain't on shit, is it fake or fact?

I could take on an army with arms in the military

March in the Middle East, spark up my inner beast

And release it and charge on a killing spree

Harsh, but it's hard to believe it

I'm just after some inner peace

Too much drama, I gotta get far from the misery

'Cause I just wanna kick back

Master of wizardry, sharp with delivery

[Verse 4: Devlin]

Who, what, where, do they want it?

There’s a-million-and-nine topics in my psychotic

Mind, rottin', any given time

While I’m fightin' to find logic

And I don’t think I’m gonna find it

Wait, did someone put rizla on my eyelids?

Step back, light ‘em and laugh with their sidekicks

'Cause all I see's fire inside this

Booth when I wreck it

Two blue ticks, man, you get the message

Can’t be killed with a voodoo blessin'

Youse can’t fill these boots that I step in (Nah)

And I wouldn’t wanna do it again

But if I did, then I’d do it the same, I ain’t stressin'

Still carryin' a flame for the boys

To the east side of the River Thames and Essex