Face Up

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Conseps] Crowd goin' nuts, you barely moved from an inch On the verse, goin' loco, they're losin' their shit I'm holdin' this together when I'm takin' a step Run laps on tracks without breakin' a sweat I been savin' my bets with some serious damage Some take offence, see this colourful language? Get us on a good day, we might just drop a compliment Get us on a bad day, we might just have a problem Lampin' in the corner, oozin' with sleaze Make my mark when I piss on the front bar then leave Ha, never give no whore props You ain't a man eater, honey, you're a pork chop Keep that jaw locked, do what you do best Stay out my business and put those issues to rest You better wake up, stop tryna play dumb Get with the program, it's time to face up [Chorus: Conseps] This is for my crews, had my back since day one This is for the sluts that I met in some lame club This is for the fans that are down to show love This is for the haters, it's time to face up [Verse 2: Patti] Wake up, you start, she started somethin' You speak, you say nothin', you beef, now we rushin' [?] [?] [?] In harmony after a glass of Jim Beam She drunk at me, beneath the sheep This is a masterpiece stuck to a bastard's feet Arseholes hardly [?] pardon me Now break bread with Jesus and ease heaters [?] I need skeezers with tongue, [?] she sprung I'm [?] with smackies in dark alleys We book 'em a pay daddy, they won't? Then ask Patti We dumb, I'm done talkin' this rap, it's always the rap I'm always doin' that, [?] [?] when you want it, hold your head when you vomit And try get with the program (yeah) and pull your face up [Chorus: Conseps] This is for my crews, had my back since day one This is for the sluts that I met in some lame club This is for the fans that are down to show love This is for the haters, it's time to face up [Verse 3: Conseps & Patti] Yeah, we need to shake up, this shit's outta control You need 'o wake up, you ain't goin' gold That's a pipe dream, you conform, I keep it right wing This is my thing like Spike Lee, you do the right thing Yeah, in a scene full o' sharks Biters get tossed off in whitewater rafts You ain't a boss, you're all up each others' arse You'd rather pay the cost than to fine tune the art (what?) [Verse 4: Patti] The Drunk Patti is fat, the fat fucker in fact The backslappin', you smack the Yeah, I'm back, let's backtrack for a sec, I came up with Conseps To make bomb threats, we bomb sets The dope text runs deep on my sixteenth [?], the six feet o' defeat The end justifies the means, well, just define my team My AE just defies the scene [Chorus: Conseps] This is for my crews, had my back since day one This is for the sluts that I met in some lame club This is for the fans that are down to show love This is for the haters, it's time to face up [Commentary: Beats] Prepare yourself for Volume Three, hosted by Mortar From Clandestien It's time to face up Featurin' the same bunch o' scumbag scallywags You done heard on the last two tapes, go out and buy that shit Represent, support Australian hip-hop Do this! It's time to face up Billy Bunks, Spit and Gristle Flickin' shit at your head from a fuckin'