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[Intro: Lee Sissing] Work it out or walk away Fight the war and make them pay [Verse 1: Brad Strut] One Welcome to Melbourne; Ecstasy capital City full of zombies, mentals incapable Appetite insatiable, pressures upon me The hard luck story fucked up economy The suck nut shorties everyday I come across many ways to run a loss while stepping to forty Smoking take the memory to places we don't meet again Hoping they ignore me when I face em at the bitter end Pacing like imprisonеd men, the walls are caving in Wе play to win and tip the trend ignore what Satan said The more I make amends, the more mistakes I tend Like water take it in, report the hate and vent My frustration staring from across the street Late bus waiting repairing these hypocrisies Slay crush make em stare into the vacant lots I'm the boss of my life's a lost placement Boom [Chorus: Brad Strut] + Lee Sissing] Here come the two to the three and Strut (Work it out) Heat on the beats, what I'm bringing, what, what? (Or walk away) Suckaz in the way only seem to cock block See me in the street with the beef you knocked off (Fight the war) Head leave your neck when it get chop blocked Forget what you said when I step, what what? (And make them pay) Yeah, what, what, what? This is- [Verse 2: Brad Strut] -Dead serious, like girls getting they period Worshipping the pyramids, serve victims superior Words that bring hysteria, learn you to divert your energies I convert you mentally to inferior Versions I'm fresher than virgins confessing to hurting Your obsessions with verses and diversions Merrier the more when I'm settling a score Force ones, take the air from your lungs for a tour Rort none with my styling, tongue spitting violent Fire rings, no denying it, I bring the brightest Flame throwing, my name's known as the highest Blood shotted rap kid who sports closed eyelids Looking like he's Chinese about to break silence Where the fuck you buy these, a high priest's hybrid? Bam [Chorus: Brad Strut] + Lee Sissing] Here come the four to the five and six (Work it out) Trem and Brad Strut be a violent mix (Or walk away) So put your hands up, get it in time with the kicks Cause nothing stands up to this rhyme and spit(Fight the war) A tireless gift got that type of vision like a Cyclops Rip and turn that mic off quick(And make them pay) Shut that shit down Turn it off Work it out or walk away (Yeah) Fight the war and make them pay Wage your life and break them tame State your spite, say it today [Outro: Lee Sissing] One one one one one one One one one one one one