If someone you know's in the room talking to the wall all day

Don't be afraid, it probably means they went out and bought my tape

Cause all it takes is these freshly chopped herbals

and I can rhyme the language that translates crop circles

Controversial cause I contest commercial rappers

'Jak is throwing bottles while they rolling in their convertibles

Don't take it personal, I was born to burn you off

With words so berserk I'm forced to stay disguised like Surfer

Call me "Crime Watcher", that's right I watch guns and laugh

and take my half of the profits after watching for cop cars

I can't cooperate, only operate

Chase promoters for dough that they owe us and take what's in their bank

(2x):

"People, people want to see me get busy cause I'm

Very, very dope when I'm spitting the funky line"

I'm down for the cause like suicide bombers

I made a life promise pushing underground through city night corners

Suddenly spread through these southernly treads

I've got a beautiful mind, it's just stuck in an ugly head

I'm stunning with skill while some are run-of-the-mill

We coming real, we're from Adelaide... {"One in a mill'"}

This underground's broke, by any means we ain't getting CREAM

So the scene will burn you never-beens like Aussie Centrelink

The larger a fool's ego, the harder they fall

So I drink till I can hardly recall a party at all

I've had enough, while they acting tight I'm acting up

I don't put emcees under 'Pressure', I ain't into all that faggot stuff

This rhyme addiction's so bad, I'ma go mad

and stick up emcees for their thoughts and add 'em to the vocab

If life's a bitch, then death's a slut

cause death comes for everyone and when it's your turn, you're fucked

(2x):

"People, people want to see me get busy cause I'm

Very, very dope when I'm spitting the funky line"

I think I've finally lost the plot, let's have a round of applause

I'm down for the cause, I'm moving mountains, bouncing off walls

with countless cordlesses, confused counsellors talking shit

Forced to spit from now until I'm on stage with walking sticks

Depicting a portrait of an anti-corporate kid

Scared rappers getting court orders against such rawness

I'm mad for life, in the club hand me the mic

I kick one verse and get myself banned for life

If these hecklers dissing when I'm standing on stage

I'ma call you out and show you the true meaning of crowd participation

Roll a down ass chick, then slap the shit out of a groupie

and distract store managers, while I'ma steal a nicker at movies

Forever broke, no job, nowhere left to go

Jerry Springer comes on and I've already seen the episode

That's when you know you're really unemployed, brain destroyed

Step into Centrelink and you see all your fucking boys...

(2x):

"People, people want to see me get busy cause I'm

Very, very dope when I'm spitting the funky line"

Emcees claim they moving units {"They serious?"} That's not the fact though

The fact is you couldn't sell a burger to Fat Joe

Think you're all of that? {"NO!"} You be pulling back bro

{"Jack Lives Here"} You call him Jack, I call him Fatso

I pack shows, slap flows, I've been in de factos

Step on this mic, and when you're like flat tobacco

my style's more fatal than second-hand medicine

I even bought veteran's, Hip Hop connects as well as Thomas Edison

through lettering and underground peddling

I get these kids open like lungs of Ventolin

Presenting them with controversy like Jello Biafra

I'm down for the cause, protect these artists like we're APRA

Like cats on Viagra I can serve you all night

Call me the customer {"Why's that?"} Cause I'm always right

And I'm always mad tight like rich people with funds

And the style's more deadly than sharing needles with bums

(2x):

"People, people want to see me get busy cause I'm

Very, very dope when I'm spitting the funky line"