(feat. Mind Over Matter)
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That boom box in the backyard goes
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Heeeeeeeeeeeeeey
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That boom box in the backyard goes
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Heeeeeeeeeyeaaaaaaaaaaaaah
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That boom box in the backyard goes!
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Heeeeeeeeeeyeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
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Daddy's home sweetheart
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It seems that the dreams for the children on the block
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Has gone from love, to a thug, with a million dollar watch
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You see I'm talkin 'bout the jungle, the outback
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The city I live in
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That c*nt that will always bounce back, with a witty dominion
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Ill flow like this and I still don't like pigs
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Added to this what I got
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I'm flippin'
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I'm trippin'
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I'm puffin' on pot
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So don't even think to sleep on me cause I'm a dodgy mattress
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I've figured it out I'm the king of the house
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I'm a flying f*ck of Axis
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I'm goin'
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Vampire killin' with stakes in me holsters!
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Shootin' em down, rippin' the faces off vultures!
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The trolley's full
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Of goodies for the kids
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So ratatata Big Macka is back and I'm loadin of the dip
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What up c*nt?
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Are you still with us or what?
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Let's make some noise
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For the state of Australian hip-hop
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?
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There's blood and there's guts comin' out of the speakers
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There's fire in my veins and it's right off the meter
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With a fist in the sky I'ma fly like an eagle
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C'mon!
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I'm plugged in the sound is connected
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Rise up the crowd is electric
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A place with Zen good nature
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I'm a ? you ten foot breakers
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It's fun when I'm out and about
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And I'm bouncin' around in summers naked sun
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Naturally high when I breathe in the trees
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And I run full steam through mother natures lungs
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I'm rippin' and snippin'
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The rhythm like Izm my man on the decks
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No-one cuts quicker
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Let's proclaim ourselves free and make a principality
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Like ?
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Head out the window the air sings
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Howlin' tearing through hair pins
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It's the crazy rap vocalist
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Monster truck maniac motorist
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Power up, lock into the socket
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Pull a Johnny rocket out my pocket
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Ride a lightning comet
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I write these sonnets with a spice of comics
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Fresh, ripe and honest
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I pick up the pieces like I was a hunter-gatherer
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Inspired by life our people live deep and suffer the punter barrier
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There's blood and there's guts comin' out of the speakers
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There's fire in my veins and it's right off the meter
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With a fist in the sky I'm a fly like an eagle
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C'mon!
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In the search for fame everyone wanna be bigger than Kurt Cobain
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After he burst his brain and left his curtain stained
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Whatya think?
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I think it's bad for them to stare at the sun
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Save my soul with a ? and a gun
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Yeah C'mon
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You can find me on tour nightly
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I'll be lightin' up a stick like Hermione
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Excuse me miss if I ransack your handbag
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Flow's so heavy they damp track these tampax.
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I'm so good I spell M.o.M with an "X" and a zillion F's and it's still correct
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Trippin' in a theme park with a ski mask
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This house is where the wild things are!
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Playin' with fire elude the darkness
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With shootin stars at a ? targets
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On a highway to hell with a stronger engine
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Grow the f*ck up like crops in Nimbin
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Big league gotta move a little tougher
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Take to the plate with a Louisville Slugger
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Gettin' drunk with angels
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Let's keep the blood pumpin' like jumper cables
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Mind Over Matter in the building!
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You know it!
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BNE and MoM knockin it out the park!
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Why don't you think outside the box like a new born baby!
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There's blood and there's guts comin' out of the speakers
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There's fire in my veins and it's right off the meter
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With a fist in the sky I'm a fly like an eagle
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C'mon!
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Where The Wild Things Are
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Bliss N Eso |