[Verse 1]
I never ever entered any beauty contest
And I never gave a shit about a supermodel search
And this verse first busted on my twenty-third birthday
Earned some cash for rent, now it's rehashed and bent
Spent like government cents, in the the bank
Out the bank like the Kelly gang, the teller said "Thanks"
I crank it up like the PA at a death mеtal gig
This is no lecture or a lesson, I'll just pull off your wig
You wanna show thе world your flow, bro? First, get a [?]
I listened to your whole album and it wasn't that great
Haven't dug into crates as much as searching my mind
You're looking for the perfect beat, I'm looking for the perfect rhyme
And it's patient, practice takes exercise
It's like tryna look at someone with the sun in your eyes
I never compromise integrity, I'm not a sellout
My perspective is in firm, no [?], no penthouse
So get the hell out like a rabbit at the races
These greyhounds in suits got murder written all over their faces
Stressed out like paces, place your fake [?]
Create an image from the simplest speech, it takes weeks
I beat the drum like single mum 'til exhausted
Devoted to what's important, what's my calling?
So caution, I'm forced in and trampling like elephants
You wanna contribute son? Then keep it relevant
[Hook]
You're gonna use your effort and your time? Use your wretched little mind
Don't forget your spine and get the rhythm relevant
You wanna rock the spot and give the people what they want
But who cares what you give 'em 'less you get the rhythm relevant

[Verse 2]
This is for the people and only for the people to consume
It's a method of relaxing, spark 'em up and write tunes
It's just a little thing we developed in our rooms
Voice, pen, pad and computer, tools of a user
Machinery accompanies the raucous and thoughts
And vocal rhymes, a pleasing little fiery collision, isn't
It's "I wanna rip the mic up to bits"
I wanna dance like a breaker with wings on [?] hips
Surely we don't need another half-arsed braindead well-dressed breastfed volume annoying emcee
On this stage talking Benzies, cash flows and cars
In a whack-induced frenzy, write your own stars
Please, man, don't even tempt me, you cut yourself in half
With your empty bag of battle raps that's tearing us apart
Not looking for the last laugh nor the past etiquette
I'm just here to contribute and keep it relevant

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
Oi!
And it goes like
And it goes
One, two, flip it over like
[Hook]
You're gonna use your effort and your time? Use your wretched little mind
Don't forget your spine and get the rhythm relevant
You wanna rock the spot and give the people what they want
But who cares what you give 'em 'less you get the rhythm relevant
You're gonna use your effort and your time? Use your wretched little mind
Don't forget your spine and get the rhythm relevant
You wanna rock the spot and give the people what they want
But who cares what you give 'em 'less you get the rhythm relevant