Living in the city of bricks and worn mortar
Simply i squint through the mist and crawl forward
All the fallen, ghosts for eternity
Off the danger or meds, off they heads
No president, just a PM who speaks for no one that i know breathing
And i feel like the only real spitter in Australia talking truth
Cos i aint about party raps punchlines or fitting in for the loot
(Word brother true)
I've got some bad in me trying to get balance right
Hit the henny thaw out the stalactites
Seen plenty hit rack and turn shiest
Chicks headies always come at a price
Fight for your beliefs
Everything is everything and nothing's out of reach...
Fire, in the big smoke
Fire, that's what i wrote
Fire, char all my foes
Fire, i'm killing 'em slow...
Fire, in the big smoke
Fire, that's what i wrote
Fire, char all my foes
Fire, i'm killing 'em slow ...
Pen extends like a night vision lens
Writing foul english like the fuckin river Thames
No Benz no Beamer
So deep you'll get the bends you mosquito
No friends see bruh, that's how ya end
I've got brothers that have got my back if you send
But let's not descend, down that particular path
Dog cops leave vehicular marks
If they pursue and tap when ya running
Fuck a corrupt judge serve him a summons
Kids on the pipe like plumbers
In two hunj runners that'll plunge you with cutters
End your summers, delete your numbers
And sell your phone to other gutter fuckers in the tundras
That's how it pans out sometimes
When antelopes bump into them sick lions...
Fire, in the big smoke
Fire, that's what i wrote
Fire, char all my foes
Fire, i'm killing 'em slow...
Fire, in the big smoke
Fire, that's what i wrote
Fire, char all my foes
Fire, i'm killing 'em slow...