Authentic

Lyrics

[Hook x2: Samples] "[?????]" "Make way for the Melbourne mic brawlers" [Verse 1] I'm from a place where people will show no pity A straight face, "Hey! Welcome to Melbourne City" I'll make ya chicky rub her clitty like her name was Mimi First in person, I be slurpin' on a tinnie I'm nevertheless, I'm always for more Even at a soundcheck, I be gettin' 'em goin', "Aww, yippie!" "Yeah, bet! That bloke named Braddles is nice" I battle precise, hit the stage and tackle the mic I shred like Oggy, make you wear your mockies I set goals like hockey, and got more drive than Brocky I rock like Ayers, take stock and tear Like rude but fairest 'cause your style is careless The rarest, rawest, dinky-di performance And without a doubt, on the out is where I caught ya's From forfeits to kings, I kick and make 'em drool and This is where my thoughts are pourin' — I'm Aussie rulin' [Hook x4: Samples] "[?????]" "Make way for the Melbourne mic brawlers" [Verse 2] Methodical text tense, I hit ya for 6 over the fence I represent beer and chasin' chicks I'm here, so watch your lips It's atmospheric, you're bound to hear it Who knows? Maybe you'll cherish The flows are interactive, those in need of practice I suppose their only tactic's yellin' out, dramatic Delve into the deepness, I repel any weakness I gel with the beat and just leak it through the speakers Speechless what I leave 'em, swift lyrical demon Rips rhythmical reason and lifts literal allegiance You're bleedin', I'm blendin' tread with apprehension My cred's best mentioned when heads are only restin' I'm effervescent, spent time answerin' questions My rhyme's defined when spines chill and necks Intoxicated, drunk and always up to somethin' You can find me at the pub when happy hour's pumpin' [Hook x4: Samples] "[?????]" "Make way for the Melbourne mic brawlers" [Verse 3] They call me S-T — the ocker shocker The microphone rocker, hot because I gotta Trot, hop and hip, I stop and spit Lock lips with chicks and drink heaps of piss This crisp, swift lyrical gift hits lips so kids can get the gist Twist lime and rhyme lines of mine I find time to shine and sip past the grind God, blimey, like it hot and slimey What I be — sorta more than mighty Find me in the street sweepin', MC's I'm defeatin' Cursed, ya verse I be deletin' Earth seekin' frauds, worth seekin' more You're the worst geek and dork I ever heard or saw I swore your scores [?] perform poor Aim towards hoards that claim to take shorts [Hook x2: Samples and scratches] "[?????]" "Make way for the Melbourne mic brawlers" [Outro: Brad Strut giving shout-outs]