To Know Of Knowledge / Life Is One With Death To Go To College / The Time Is Well Worth Spent On Children N Old / Who Hold The Worlds Intent Than All The Books That Fold / To Reason Out Our Scent Of Beauty, Rich N Fair / Where Duty Is Prepared By Single Hand That Set / Our Universe To Tear Itself Into The Mind, We Think That Meanings Just Right There Believe In What Ya Wanna Think Cuz Meanings Just Right There …………………………………………………………………. I’ll Be Preaching to a Crowd / While Reaching Thru a Loud Speaker, See these Leaders Need the People to Allow Their Sense Of Scepticism / To Exit Their Heads You Think I'm Crazy When I Mention The Feds Sending Them Msgs To The Media? / I'm Fed Up With Meds Being Shoved Into The Youth For A Quick Fix / Get Out Of Ya Beds Begin Ya Trainin, Mates, But Not 4 The Olympics But For The Enormous Fuckin Big Spicks Wogs, Aboes N Fobs That We Are Destined To End Up With In Prison, If Ya Racist Well Then Suck Shit Cuz Its Likely You’ll End Up With Bubba Joe The Fuckin Giant Coke N Then Graffiti, Come On Try It That’s Wot They Want Us To Do, So They Can Catch It With It On Us What I'm About To Tell You Is A Fact / I Promise Pharmaceutical Corporations Created Crack & All the Drugs That Is Seized? Believe That They Sell It Back / I'm Being Honest Aristotle Was Fondling Constantly / Practicin Pedestry Like The Monastery But Chances Are You Don’t Know What The Fuck I'm On About So I’ll Conclude To Let You Google Up These Topics Now But Before Ya There’s Sumthin We Haven’t Told Ya Ur Based On A Lie, N So Is Ur Culture ………………………………………………………………………………….. With The Knowledge He Has Given Us I Feel We Could Cull Sharks Of The Corporate Kind, Thanks To Mr Karl Marx N I’ll Tell It Like It Is, Like My Names Michel De Montagne I Know Better Than To Want Fame It’s A Non Stop Game / I’m The Protagonist The Prince That Machiavelli Was Thinking Of / I’m The Catalyst Robbin Ya Local Tobacconist, To Help Communities To Quit Smokin So I’d Say That I’m An Activist & Actually A Rapper As Well Because Immortal Techniques A Crazy Fuckin Cunt Like Friedrich Nietzsche / I’ll Beatchya Down Into A Million Little Pieces The Most Quoted Prophet In The Quran I Know Is Jesus Ive Read The Bible And The Art Of War So Doesn’t Matter Where Ya Hide Ya Hidden Agendas, I’ll Find All Behind Ya Paper Thin Phisard, Sellin Me Bullshit Go Back To The Sheep, This Where The Wolves Sit

I'm Sick of Walkin into a Store n Havin them Stare me out One Day Ima Run in there Screamin, “Yo, Empty Out The Register Bitch or Ima KILL U (Aargh) Fill Up the Bag with Bills from the Till Dude, n oh, By the way, the Burgers Here are the Best, mmm, Yum Delicious n oh, Make Sure to Throw in a Pack of Bubblicious” Huh ha, They’d Loved ta Chase Me But they’d be too tired, cuz they jst Done the Dishes So If While Robbin A Store / You Saw Me Hop Thru The Door I Wouldn’t Drop To The Floor / I’d Probably Stop N Applaud Because I’m Like That / A Hungry Muthafucker Like You We Might As Team Up n Take Bigger Tycoons A Riot Looms / The Brains n the Brawn From L.A. ta Nepal, will Storm Like Typhoons Thru Every City from Sydney to Perth, We’ll Run em Outta Town, Hunt em Down Have em Runnin the City 2 Surf ……………………………………………………………………………………. - CHORUS - If you ain't Down with this Shit 2 x You can put ur Mouth ta my Dick x 2 I Fucked up in 2006 / Made some Mistakes, but Ima Own Up The Whole Game, Ive Got What It Takes To Take It Over ………….……………………………………………………………………….. Fed up with Whatever, I Never Wanted this Sort of Stress Tumours Hybernatin, Times are Wastin, but Finally I’m Complacent Find a Basin cuz I’m the Type ta Say them Rhymes that Raise up Crazy Thoughts that Makes ya Queasy, Brace urself ta See da Bleedin to Death, of a / Media Rep, from tha Repeated Attempt to Snap her Beheaded Neck Just Close ya Eyes / n Just Go Thru my Rhymes / n Know that I Open my Mind / Daily n Might, Die At Any Moment I'm Hopin a Hoar / Will Open the Door Invite me over Before / This Tab of Acid’s Suppose to Withdraw There’s Many, Ready for War / Nicky, Get me the Saw I’m gonna Carve these Muthafuckers into 70 Small Parts that I Bet I Can Store / In jst like Tetris n All Fit some Bodies into a Sports Bag / Send me ta Court Send me ta Prison / Send me Before / Killings Occur I Need to Be Stopped / Shelter n Food, I guess It could be Worse ………………………………………………………………………………….... - CHORUS - “Freestyle 3rd Verse Intro” ………………………………………………………………………………… Forgive Me If I Offend You But Listen This is Something That I Have to Attend to Pretending to be Something I'm Not, Just Isn’t Me I’m Not Goin ta Go ta the Length of Getting On My Knee ta Jst ta See if you’ll Be my Girl / Jesus, Ur So Conceded It Seems like you Mean it When you say that the Sky is Green Even Believin Me When I Tell ya that you are The Only One That I Love n Nothing Comes Between Us? Bitch, Please! You can Suck a Penis Other than That, Theres No Other Reason for me to be seein you See the Door? I’d Rather Be Seein You Walkin Thru It I’ll Talk ya Thru It / Go On n Beat It Hoar ………………………………………………………………………………… - CHORUS -

Now That I Have A Way Wit Words, Gettin Mass Respect Haven’t Changed, Haven’t Cashed A Cheque Go Figure / My Flow’s Jigga / But No Bigger Of A Bank Account Beginning Their Own Shit Up / Spit Ya 16 Bars / Ta Fix These Arsehole Tinnie Boppers Listening Up Im Sick In The Gut / Of Lame Dumb Shit That You’s Always Play Out In Public / Im One Sick Ma’fucker / My Mother Fucked Up Along The Line, Somewhere I Lost My Mind Becomin Nutter But Never One 2 Stutter Whether On Beats Or Whether In The Streets / Stepping On Someone Ive Severed Sumthin Right Up In My Brain Tried 2 Begin 2 Change / But I Think Ive Been Deranged For Way Too Long That I May Not Be Able 2 Care If You Don’t / Know Where Im Comin From Because I Guess I Like There Alone x2 IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING x2 Ive Lived My Life Feelin Like Ive Been Ripped Off Either Blaming The Illuminati Or If Not My Parents? It Was God / Not Knowin That Shit Got The Way It Was / All Because I Couldn’t Resist Pot All Because / All I Did Was Listen 2 Hip Hop No One Else / What Was I Supposed 2 Do Goin Thru Hell / Is Like A Big Rock Placed Up Onto Ya Shoulders / 2 Keep It Up? U Need 2 Be Cold As A Corporate CEO Wit Heart Fuckin Frozen In Ice Or Even Worse Wit A Heart Of G’ / Fathering Me Wasn’t Possible Cuz Once Id Come From School My Father Would Be Hard At Work Stopping Us From Starvin, See? So Pardon Me / For My French But Get Fucked Cuz Where The Fuck You Been Every 20th Of December Ur Bullshit Is Enough 2 Send A Man Out Of His Mind So Just Remember x2 ITS BEEN A LONG TIME COMING x2

Everytime I do a dance, I find myself in a trance, Standing there with no pants - would I lie And when I do a dance, to enhance My spider senses, it tenses the lenses, in my eye Why cry Let it fly by Until times gone only he who climbs on The mothership with us is a brother, shit, witness What the writing says on the wall before deciding To never ever give a shit about a minute Just live it like you are in it to win it without a limit Spinnin’ with some minimal traction I swim in subliminal thought, and sin with some criminal action I might just dance for days, with mannequins hangin’ from doors Bangin the wall, my shenanigans havin’ the halls Shake mate while grabbin my balls Im free to do what I want n never havin’ to pause Now if you tell me what to do, ill do you wrong I don’t care, don’t tell me what to do, Ima do what I want I will not be what you want me To be, don’t notice what you focus on, I’m free To be what we were born to be I’m takin’ over, hope that somehow you will see I’m the master of my domain Eating a bag of Ibogaine While I am dancin’, lookin like a Manson Charlie, hardly, wearing any pants in Bali Dancin’ narly, prancin’ Charlie Manson Pull up on a handsome Harly Land at a random party - yo! Stand for the grand finale - so Pump up to the beat in your chest Rap to the beat you’ll be leading a quest I’m reading the best page, hence the regime Free not unless rage ‘gainst the machine I will not be what you want me To be, don’t notice what you focus on, I’m free To be what we were born to be I’m takin’ over, hope that somehow you will see

[Verse 1: Scepaz] Oh no you didn't Scepz lost it! Hearing what you spitting You so bonkers! Onkus rocked the lost and found I'm up up now Doubled down cash cut robbing all your backup? Nup still in hand me downs Throwing up the dub I'm chucking you an anchor What what You a wanker ha Ya chase skirt in ya home town I honour love And now wherever I roam round it's going down Periscope radar note palindromes found fragile poems high roller satan's casino Oh no you too scary! Call the tooth fairy I'm known to get it popping with or without Mary You petty pick pocketer I'm running on empty though I'll keep my integrity till I'm a dead emcee All these cliche honest thiefs rapping like they living lavish up in mansions and still ciggy scabbing Battle raps all this n that showponys capsize ya flow blow ya own phoney floaties Refugee steeze rhyme fiend you ain't believe? read between the lines ill sacrifice beavers feeding time Breathing machine genuine trend setter Scepaz riddle lyrics forever Goodfella letter deader They better? Bet I'll beat em to a T (tee) E.R. etcetera plenty nah never mention ya swear all ya do is flex up [Verse 2: Grub] Flex up poser, taking them selfies with ya douja Tank-top wankers ejac quick, can't keep composure Living like a loner, trying to keep that image toned up Can't cop a root, ego damaged, ya muscles blown up Your manhoods on shrivel, you're a prick with a syringe Feels good to write this riddle, you're quick to have a whinge You're all juiced up, you let your emotions go But when push comes to shove.. You just flex and pose [Verse 3: Freebewz] Set it straight we called your bluff, Get on tape be talking tough Bet he ain't talk as much, When the fresh brigade be walking up Listen better get it straight, Diss on records hesitate I decimate, Leave a victim in a veggie state A magician when I hit em let em levitate Pigeon your a feather, Trading leather with a heavyweight Beat em bad but leave em livin, Period 1b bleeding kittens See some stars that need a kickin, He's as hard as Bieber spittin All a farce not how they living, I really will stab a nerd up with my pencil jerk N I hope you have to swerve, Crash n burn up in your rental merck Mental picture my pencil sticks ya, In the neck just like a prison shank Get it Sub C Records get it in mate [Verse 4: 2.L.O.C.O. IN CRIME] Your a toy with somethin to prove A toy tryin to fill big boots, A toy with a phoney crew Just to get higher, you leach with desire From one ocky to another, like its glamour You're not an emcee, your a bubblegum rapper to me In it for yourself with such greed It's livin proof your a scene queen Livin proof all you know is to smoke green, victim of your own dream Now you have a few fans A few masturbaters in your clan, Smalltimers from fights they ran You bite other's style, kid never been a wildchild Instead a shadow livin in denial, hate my style I spit your nightly nightmares I'm what you hate, softies ignorant to lyrics so intense You're no graffiti ladske, just a wankske Poser gone festy, circus act turned clownske [Verse 5: Kaos] SsSub Conscious, you're un conscious even if you're conscious I fucken stop you monsters, gronks and mobsters. In conscious thought you imposters I stomp yas, then soar through the cosmos the cosmic complex optimal reflex Constant reflexions of you flexing on optional beats mate.. I like real shit like cheesesteak you're sweet bitch like cheesecake.. Please mate I been made since the day of my release date in 3 states.. Sub C high stakes 33 degree masons of free agents of changing these week streets States off the leash hating these freaks & police mate Razors & blades at close range, grenades and lasers waiting.. guns blazing Revelations of the great revolution.. staging the engaged solution with a twelve GUAGE!!!! Kaosizm MC break it down.. The sinister magician Basically taking crowns (you flexing clowns!) [Verse 6: Dseeva] [Verse 7: Micky D] [Verse 8: Braydead] Go butter a muffin you think you somthing ya bluffin n flex Put it FB as a DP delete me who's next SIRFLEXALOT We'll wreck ya spot drastically Head bangin so bang ya head breakin necks alot massively Staying Sub Conscious yeah we rock this shit tactically It's the land of the lost on LOST ONES we get spastically Drunk - yeah boy its a slam dunk In 2-0-1-2 most crews just flex but dont man up Now stand up & give props 2 the maddest strut It's Sub C Baby so you best knuckle up WHAT! [Verse 9: Chuck Bundles] [Verse 10: Tuks] [Verse 11: 2Rite] Hey, what I've stumbled upon is punishable and hard to reprieve / Yo the facts ain't wrong you scrooging gronks this ain't xmas eve / I strive overachieve / wild styles interweaved / While your left in disbelief ya checking out on terminal leave / Make it harder to breath its Keeler Carlingford street / Yeah I'm popping them crosshairs but uz ain't targeting me / You just a fart in the breeze, a colonoscopy / I'm getting rid of uz like Awol down at Terrigal beach / [Verse 12: Grouce] Guess who's back in the house, this is Grouce And I'm back to attack the damn track, like a man trapped In a cage, there's a rage And it's makin it's way to the page, I'm a sage on the stage I'll be wagin a war, lock & load, and engage Yes I know that I haven't been acting my age But I've also been known not to care what you think So let's drink to the fact that I'm now on the brink Of now getting my life and now flushing it down the sink I'd rather die than hear you telling me how to think You cannot tell me what to do, I won't budge I'm so hot, I'm on fire, so don't touch Look you don't wanna flex, you'll be standing right next To a man who is vexed, with his hand on a Becks Bottle, I'm Aristotle in his prime I'm, another Looper who can travel back in Time [Outro: Grouce] There'd be no reason for me to be here If only you would had a clue I do not wanna stress, you don't wanna flex I don't wanna put this to you Oh sweet Mary, Jesus and Joseph What the hell are you trying to prove I do not wanna stress, you don't wanna flex I don't wanna put this to you So quit flexin'...

[Intro: Scepaz] You ever look up in the sky, and wonder what else is out there? [Hook: Grouce] When the stars come out at night You know that we'll be there to greet them (cuz we be stargazers) But when the stars are out of sight That is when we prepare to be in bed (cuz we be stargazers) [Verse 1: Scepaz] Boozing on moon illusions Gooning groove Galileo Throw stardust on my grave know So down to Earth planet Plato Aristotle names know no spontaneous impulse Straighter than sane equators Jane Taylor insults Phenomenal horoscopes Who you believe in? Popes supernovas imploding clusters orbiting poles spin Go look up kings call me Saturn spinner ring Evolution eventual fate motion radiating pollution Tattoo Southern Cross on point dusk twilight touch Earth might take flight rotate unexplainable tides rush Go away holiday eye (I) praise patterns made Illuminate scintillation radars rammed roars of aliens Rainbows eclipsed twinkles magic lives in limbo Over the horizon ignite jets (jetts) packed twilight'n (in) Aries cries sleeping times gamble lion signs Lifeform blinds Earth's skies shrine in time align with mind [Hook: Grouce] [Verse 2: Grouce] Ive been shinin' like a diamond high up in the sky n I am Dyin to be flyin' high up n tryin to touch the lion That they call Leo, im drippin' more B.O Than anybody else thats trippin' out from here to Rio Ive been gazin' at the stars, ive been blazin' up the bars With amazing flow, A.S.I.O. knows that im from mars So im closin up the jars full of sars only when they stop Lookin for me, lookin to see the freakin penny drop Lucifer, He's been livin' with me up on Jupiter Lookin up at Betelgeuse, with needles we'll be shootin' up I think I spoke to a Mayan, while inside of Orion Lookin' like a Hawaiian, She said I should go Iron The Big Black Blanket that covers the nightsky Walk to the right, Talk to the night, I-Spy With my little eye something thats beginning with 'S' The answers in the title of this song, go 'head have a guess...

Im comin' at you like Kendrick Lamar in his Control Verse Soul search, while you're selling old merch You freakin' rappers are happy to have me sidelined But im back with a fried mind, thinkin' that I'd find My demise but surprise now you guys have to rise to the occasion Like a chick when she hides in a cake at a guy's celebration The lies to the nation, you give em like Abbott the faggot, im packin' a punch Im backin' a hunch, that says im crackin' a bunch Of skulls, with these skills, Your souls, is what he steals, He molds, you with these thrills, Then holds, you with refills, Controls, you like e-pills, The name's Grouce If you're married to the game ill be comin' for the game's spouse I think it's time that I pry your mind open and find what im hopin' to find when I open your mind You'll find dope n some wine in mine, hopin it's time to shine over the vine and climb over the grime, Im drivin' up over the sign, that says the speed limit is nine hundred nine times slower than what im goin', im blowin' minds, with a mind blowin' rhyme, at a time knowin' that im goin' to write poems that I Need to keep up with, fuck shit cunt bitch, suck shit you're a sunk ship Battleship mainframe, Its time to be like Elaine with that commie when she (named name) Yo, im name droppin'. Like a raindrop in the rain, im trained not to be drained, My energy supplies save the best ish last, But know the best came first, like Def Wish Cast, There's no one as high as me, im an ISP, hookin' you up with info in a pious glee, lookin' for Bias B Boney n Stoney, you know me, im only the homie Lazy Grey - When I stop and think on an amazing day, Im comin' to make you redundant, like my appendix, Im as high as Hendrix, come with abundant rhymes that'll strike a pundit, And if I have ten tricks, in my bag of tricks ima use 'em all, im not buyin' Kendrick's, songs even Dialectrix Gets the cold shoulder my standards are so high, that I don't even listen to Bliss n Eso, you know why? Circus In The Sky was played out, Running On Air, was one of the best, but then they chose the safe route, But from what I hear the Hilltop Hoods Are almost back to their best, with some real hot goods And Tom Thum with Rugged Man, yo that's the shit, Tommy Illfigga came up, perhaps the kids (is a freakin' genius) How could we have seen this comin'?! Iggy Izalea What a massive embarrassment to Australia It's time to mention the ladies that have been blazing, the mic in oz, take it back to like it was When I first heard A-Love n Mc Trey, Layla, Mya Jupiter, Nikkita, and Class-A, Miss Karlena, Kadyelle, Gabi, & Mezmerize, I got love for you all but tryin' to murder you guys I don't care 'cause im bombin' women and men 'cause they're all alike There's two other female emcees and one you would call a dyke But not quite, she's hot like a chili grows, who am I talkin' bout, im talkin' about Billie Rose From Daily Meds, im nuts like Israeli Feds, and the other one could kill a terminator there upon 'er, Sarah Connor And while we're on the subject ima dispatch on re-entry, Elefant Traks and Skyhigh was the mismatch of the century, but either way she's superdope, like Seth Sentry But compared to me every emcee is elemen(try) and rudimen(try), a complimen(try) middle finger to the gen(try), And on re-entry, im whistlin' Dixie Im comin' back to this planet but im not spinnin' 360 You get it? Im spinnin' the records that are dope instead As long as there's nothing from Phrase, I sure do hope he's dead Nah just jokes, im pickin' on a motherfucker just for the laughs, I don't want a motherfucker bustin' my arse, For something I said like when busted in class For talkin', im walkin' a tight rope, im dope, like it or not like a white pope, I cope, with the fuckin' bullshit i might psycho, stick you in a micro - Wave! And no one can save, me 'cause I love to crave, days that im in my cave, slavin' away while i misbehave Hurry up you're gonna miss the rave, poppin' an e-pill, stop, why not be still? You're racin' around with the face of a clown, im winnin', watch it it's 3-nil I came into the game, around the time J-Wess was havin' his 2-minutes of fame Ill name names, you can't get nothin' by me, don't think that i cant see whitewashing like whitey Im tidy and nice with the rhymes, just like Kaye, from Newcastle, I've asked you to pass the mic, hey! A blast from the past, im like A-bombs droppin' in Japan, I live like Ninja, damn, im here just to injure man, you'll definitely singe your hand, if you come too close, im glad that i made it out n survived like i was sirated, No longer in Sub-c, im feelin' like every emcee that was signed to Nurcha when it was a record label and then it went bust and they had to go then see Where the future would take them, like Mind Over Matter and Double Mc, Thats Them, Natural Causes, that's the one that had Phatchance-slash-Chance Waters Go and grab your recorders, and try to be iconic, rhymin' on time like a Tycotic Pickin' up speed, quick enough to, trick an emcee, into thinkin' im too, Thick in the brain, tickin' a name, off my shitlist, kickin' a poo "Can I kick it?" (No you cant), the world will make you think you're stupid when you know you aren't. Someone said to me "why do you have to make it a hundred bars for? Sittin' all the way through it, makes my arse sore", So I said 'fuck it' and the moment i got to the hundredth bar right here i stepped over that spot Into the 101st bar, go the distance like Dean Mercer, I am not like you when i say that i dont like a rapper i don't mean Kerser Im back with a vengeance, attackin' on entrance, when i say that im rackin' your engines, that means that im takin your heart just to break it apart like a track from the legends Seems the scene is dyin' to be sold, music in ads, using all fads, while they're abusing the lads, Ill smoke 'em like a doobie rolled, if you're a newbie, or if you're a season vet, get ready now to behold, Its sorta like movie gold, you better have an alibi, when the truth be told, im feelin' younger than Talakai Rest in Peace Hunter and Doose Doose All other rappers get forced into a Spruce Moose (I said hop in), drinkin' a Boost Juice, unable to not win, no way you will stop him, Grouce is floatin' around with an open mouth, smokin' a pound with a ghost that i found when i hopped in, Walk around with a chopped limb, like the ghost of Chopper Read, Even he was a rapper, im off to get a proper feed, Like beef and soup, even one with lentils, Steak in my Noodle Soup, im thinkin' of Thundamentals L-Fresh, Tycotic, and MC Flu, Tenth Dan, Kaye One, Remi, and even you! P-Smurf, Ellesquire, Kade Ruckman, Sinks, The best of the solo emcees now or coming im that on a couple drinks I don't care what anyone thinks, ill go see twenty one shrinks, and it wont make a difference, im different like that, every cunt stinks! You all copy Jim Crow Doin' your best to keep a brother down, Tall Poppy Syndrome Holy jaw dropping chin bone, look at George hopping in drone - mode Because when in Rome, do as the Romans do, fire and brimstone, with lots of bad omens too! Get busy like Izzy, my nizzy. im tizzy, thin lizzie! im dizzy, "Yo is he from Brizzy? or is he From the city of sellouts, and softcore raps?" It's funny seein' rookies turnin' into sophmore brats (Ahh yea) im feelin' tip top bro, one for the rappers that never get played on the Hip Hop Show Im off the chain like a bike comin' off the bike rack, just know that my track, is off the beaten path like Hyjak (Are we ever gonna fly back?) This plane's been hijacked, no one's lookin' to alarm you but, there's a Lebanese man onboard, and he wants to make plans abroad, Im sicker than a cancer ward, im thinkin' that your fans are bored, of hearin' the same old rhymes, but for now their hands applaud Anyone that lands a broad, will be one that lands abroad, (ooh i love an Aussie that travels, lets go dance, im floored/flawed) Excuse the fifty puns, it's like I've been lifting tons, Im raising the bar, you basically are...shifty cunts Someone I Used To Know, but nothin' like Kimbra I had to escape but i came back for the crown, puttin' up a fight, im alot like Simba Rap like Jimblah, n Local Knowledge, go speak the truth like a teacher at your local college Ill put the Hermit in Hermitude, before I go turn a dude, into a fan livin' in servitude Im a slave to the art by night, but in the day ive been servin' food, daydreamin' with certitude I cant trust e-news, how in the hell do we choose, whats good or not, think its time that we go ask Freebewz Im lookin' for the Hebrews, I couldn't name three Jews, In the oz rap game, there are two that i know that are dope and one's Brad Strut, i bump it as we cruise Mute Mc and Jeswon, no one replies quicker to a message i guess some, Other emcees can be bloody snobs, peasants, this is just the start ill be tearin' apart your presence. Don't care if you're a hot topic, There's enough props in your clips to make me think you're a prop comic And now that im back, im bound to attack, every clown in a wack, boy band rappin' rhyme on a crap loop, watch out they'll call it a rap group Im takin' a stab at every rap crew, you ask me why i do it, i say 'cause i have to, I haven't even started Act II, this is Act I, 'tis the season to act dumb, You all deserve a smack bum, bring back the cane, im happy to teach you a lesson, you're messin' around with the best in the game, Stop makin' me choose sides, like in between two tribes, George is telling me myself and i dont get along, tootin' my own horn like im in True Vibes Get money like Jew brides, and light up a candle, Watch out this dude flies, right off the handle Like Art Of War on their first chapter, yea this verse has ta, mention them and reverse back ta, The days of Down Diggy and TZU, The first of the Herd albums, those were the days that we sped through, Lyrical Commission, Muph n Plutonic, those were the days, And yeah i liked Butterfingers, what of it...i praise - The forefathers and all artists who fall hard as a ball for St☆rters, but crawl back regardless but more bananas Fully-formed cicadas, when it gets re-born like martyrs, like the Phoenix risin', fantasizin' about little torn up garters, and with all the dramas, that comes with Look out im starting Tardis, go back in time to when Koolism were Partystarters Im Waking The Past, like Terra Firma, durka, stare a jerk out and wear a burka Disposable heroes of hiphoprisy, but Michael Franti wouldn't be one of them, a plutocracy Is spearheaded, by those who keep us here fetted, who fear dreaded, thoughts. keepin' a queer tethered, A tear shedded, lookin' up as a leer jetted, on the backs of the poor, Grouce reacts with a roar, put an axe to the door, and say "Here's Groucey!!!" then kill the whole game for being so lousy No more lying like a broken log Seventy seven percent of rappers, at their shows, im the token wog No more lying, you're trying to recoup the bait, Selling out for pennies then lying about the loot you make Corporate sponsors becomin' monsters, that's who wants us at the concerts, i cant handle this nonsense, Next thing you know, Johnson&Johnson's puttin' on shows, you wouldn't oppose if i said these words were Hunter S Thompson's Or Oscar Acosta's, there's lots of imposters, im playin' chess, yo Ceicmate, im heading off to the Hospice With a Broken Tooth, record in a token booth, put in a token while chokin' an outspoken youth Respect your elders, or I'll bend your bones, ive got 1200 Techniques just like Nfa Jones, Different Rules Apply, After Hours I live in 'Sin City' that track Drapht devours Im back ive got a plan this time, to rid the game of theses suckers but ima keep it Clandestine Stuck on beast-mode feeling an animal vibe, like a sharman in trance, in a Cannibal Tribe I just happen to be like a detective who Reads in between the lines, like the Collective Crew, If Rap Was A Sport the score would be a thousand to nil, but how the fuck does Grouce get a deal, im singin' "How Does It Feel" When Bob Dylan's singin' like a Rolling Stone, after playin' Two Up, I heard your whole album today and threw up Im not comin' to your BBQ like Mass MC, Don't think im hot? On that flame, throw some gas then see What happens, I have some hot-tempered habits, im grabbin' the eggs, and im gonna eat til im Obese and phatter than Pegz Gather the kegs, and call up all the drunk whores, If you're gettin' on the piss like Carney, play some Funkoars My sneakers be as sneaky as pete Represent arabs in Sydney like im Sleek The Elite, I have begun, to think my words are the gun, your finger's on the trigger figuratively you do not wanna become, a vitcim when standing infront of The Tongue, i think you're about to succumb, to the pain of takin' a dick in the bum It fuckin' sickens me to see what you're doin' to the game, your clips, your crowds, your album covers are to blame....lame! Your whole act, is like the product of a fuckin' focus group and thats a stone cold fact And other rappers rappin' about big booty hoes, like all the time, shouldn't be in studios, Like 301...my recording booth is a red cupboard, keepin' it ghetto like Fortay and Hed Ubd My skills have been consummated, til my legs have gone sedated, ill rap for days like a freestyle from Sirated Why not say the name Danny Keay He's not an emcee, im sayin' his name 'cause it rhymes with Matty B Gettin' played like a playstation, Im not talkin' about the songs gettin played on every gay station, Im talkin' about a nation, becomin' malleable like characters in Lc Beats claymation, Bung!..kick you all in the balls, people see no exit so they start crawlin' up walls When they see me, don't be a meanie, "Grouce quit pickin' on a Greenie", a dry martini, for me when im shakin' the game up iny, Meeny, miny, moe, catch a cracker by the toe, but which rapper i don't know, start with pickin the Greenie - Turned capitalist, bitch slap a guy to show, that you won't be takin' shit, but can you rap a tighter flow? No..The best from here to Idaho - headin' west around the globe, lets grab a beer and try to go To the next lev, let's rev our bloody motors, we'll rev up every heart, we'll start with all the voters, But too many rappers be as weak as piss, won't see my sneakers miss, when they're stompin' on your raps, speakers hiss, When your voice is in 'em, or is that just me, i want you all to call me majesty, Im a cocky prick like Big Dave, but what the fuck, is an emcee supposed to be? You're thinkin' about whos got the buck You lot can suck...big dicks, every think tank can stink rank, pinkwash with a pink plank, Pink Panther, ring Mantra, tell him he's not as dope as he was when he was with Illzilla, a little bit my own brand of candour in oz My candid candour, what's good for the goose is good for the gander, Now name your price like a prostitute or corrupt cops in Uganda Nothin' but hypocrites who solds out, to the corporate suits with government ties, this whole route Of doin' it big artistically on money from a company conducting its affairs irresponsibly and possibly, Covering up it's tracks, what an oddity, ive been ostracised for sayin' that hip hop is not a commodity, To be used in conjunction with the trash that they're sellin', you're like a white collar crime felon, tellin' Me "we can't beat 'em so we'll join em!", slowly becomin' so blind to the art they're exploitin'... Its like a popularity contest with a blonde dressed in a thong blessed with a nice arse n a bong pressed to her lips, it isn't about the skills, I had a long rest, was on the wrong quest, but now im the type to get chosen by John West, Nothin' but the best for me and mine, try to be in time with the beat or perhaps you'll need to realign, Im seein' fine, what's your excuse, Must be the Vb, Tooheys, and XXXX booze On the streets there are more addicts, than you can point a stick at, swingin' on straw hammocks, Ima kick back in a forensic study of the four elements like Morganics (yeah) I'd also mention that we just went over the 300 bar mark, but there's no one here they're in the carpark Everyone left before the end, im talkin' to myself, seems they found the exist, yeah their legs can walk with überstealth Yeah im über, man, super dooper feelin' super, man, in a stupor A pooper scooper, balls of shit, hittin' everyone until there's only walls to hit You don't know how far i am willin' to go, ill play the bad guy good like William Defoe And what's this, im coppin' shit for one fuckin' line?? Its like you want the dick, bitch, here suck on mine! The moment i come back, im gonna unpack, all of my dirty laundry and air 'em out for the world to smell what a bum crack - Smells like, ridin' a girl's bike, because i rhymed about it I wonder what hell's like, does it exist? i kinda doubt it Only the one on Earth is the one you need to know, and on that note im thinkin' its time for me to go Signin' out, truly yours, it's the one and Only Grouce, three-twenty-two bars and runnin'... Control Verse