Yeah, yeah, coming through live
Hi-Jack, Torture, Pegz, you know?
Yeah, shutting these motherfuckers down, you heard?
See, if you heard my idea of equal opportunity
Is hocking loogies off rooftops on cops while they off duty
Honestly, truthfully, what could they do to me?
We got the unity of a million hip-hoppers rocking to the beat
So move with me, let's make our own fucking continent
No consequence for smoking lots of spliffs
Throwing our own concerts with our own way of living
Eating coconuts, chilling, watching palm trees sway to the rhythm
Time to make a decision, you down for the problem or you fighting it?
You down for the cause or just another miner's bitch?
It's time to get the clichés out the way, we stable
Obese taking over these major labels
In one way or another they never wanted me to make it
So that made me wanna take this industry and strip it naked
And rape it for the sake of the motherfuckers with skills
That never got airplay, while you handing out deals
To gold-plated fake fucks wearing makeup, karaoke clowns
First you thugged but you getting all emotional now?
What's that about? Sound like you living in an everyday living hell
Can't decide whether you're Scarface or Tinkerbell
"Spit hot shit, do you brother proud"
"Spit hot shit, do you brother proud"
"Spit hot shit, do you brother proud"
I stay headstrong, see, I know it's vital
Or my life will fall apart like Chinese motorcycles
See, I know my brain's my only rival, fuck taking titles
Create my own path, I'm no phoney disciple
I'm visionary, catch an eyeful, my words will touch you
As would the hands of Michael with jams to hype you
Torture's a true nutter, spark your medulla oblongata
Shudder with every letter I utter, straight gutter
You don't know my name, well, I bet the feds have it
From books of terror tactics I left in my attic
Controversial, I shine like the head of Peter Garrett
Got you repeating what I said (said) like a parrot
Systematic destruction of functions when we attending 'em
Can fight verbally or swing punches like pendulums
Your breast gasps in awe from Pegz, Jack and Tort
Drop lines so raw that heads wrapped in stored
Setbacks before, now them that harm me
I torture more than prisoners of the US Army
"Spit hot shit, do you brother proud"
"Spit hot shit, do you brother proud"
"Spit hot shit, do you brother proud"
Hi-Jack and Torture, the finest authors
Swarm like ninety-four flying saucers
Applying the mind, combining forces
Metamorphosised to a style that's flawless
These kids look like they've been sniffing petrol
Or locked up listening to Blessing Eso
Obese, Australia wide
We burn like the fire in Layla's eyes
You heard Matty B's courageous rhyme
And downsized like a raging bull, alive
Made to rise up, pre-designed to conquer
Like Hilltop Hoods, redefine the genre
This is for love, not for the profits
Nothing can stop us like draught, muffin plutonic
Bias B and Big Slap, got what you wanted
Dropping the bomb like Reason with Rugged Ebonics
Big Mex BX and H20
I got love for the years of dedication shown
I got love for any cats breaking the mould
Fuck the industry, Obese taking control
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