Automatic [Official Remix]

Lyrics

[Commentary: Brad Strut] Yeah, as we go on, man This is the official remix of Automatic By BVA and Battlehoggs Listen up [Verse 1: Brad Strut] I'm up early, standin' weary, the cold steams It's seven-thirty, check it out, I'm knockin' on Gettin' dough is the theory in full effect and functional On time, punctual to fill the pockets strong 'Cause payin' dues is a lifetime mission A pipeline vision in a strife-torn prison Of thoughts choked and dreams broke and no wishes Ever coming true, I refuse to be restricted (not me) It weighs thick, espеcially when you play this And realise you'rе a slave to chasin' the pay slips Wanna be wasted in places I can't pronounce Wanna be faceless to strangers, a charming lout From Terra Australis, I'm known to rock hardest On microphones, I'm a hot artist So get the party people plastered, years and now mastered Spears in the stars and sun, the town bastard [Chorus] "Auto-matic, just for my people" "It's automatic" "Auto-matic, ju-just for my crew" "It's au-au-au-au-It's automa-matic" "Auto-matic, just for my people" "It's automatic-ma-matic" "Auto-matic, just for my crew-crew-crew-crew-crew" [Verse 2: Sean Price] Ay, yo, Kangaroo Jack, smoke black and green weed Who came in the game, fell off quick? Kareem Reid Sean Price, a motherfuckin' bastard beast With a bullet that touch kids like Catholic priests Clap your peeps, smash your fleet, trap your niece In the corner, do what I want, her ass is sweet Thug African, drug traffickin', making the dough Coke habit in the Sahara, I'm makin' this snow Got a habit from grabbin' ratchets and making 'em blow Flow Jo rapidly runnin', escapin' the fold That's when I'm backing em' down, smackin em' down Clappin' around With a '44 MAC in the pound, blast it around Snatchin' the crown, Sean Price is the King Get on your knees, bitch, and kiss the ring, motherfucker [Chorus] "Auto-matic, just for my people" "It's automatic" "Auto-matic, ju-just for my crew" "It's au-au-au-au-It's automa-matic" "Auto-matic, just for my people" "It's automatic-ma-matic" "Auto-matic, just for my crew-crew-crew-crew-crew" [Verse 3: Brad Strut] I spent ten years, prime a my life smokin' on cigarettes Blend beers with Bundaberg Rum and still I didn't get Havin' my moments, I'm a bad drunk; Brad Strut On me's the onus, time to stand up, brand new Findin' a purpose, I'm a fan still, Brad's ill You had your chance but didn't grab on, had you Taken a minute just to scope out, no doubt You woulda witnessed, I'm a low down throw frown So here we go now, sittin' with a pen in hand No expectations, waiting patient for my ten grand Me and my friends, man, dismantle microphones Devise your best plan to even try invoke You better write the quotes iller than a pandemic This man's epic, I'm a killer, this is fantastic My brand's manic, you stand in the paddock I separate the herd with my words, automatic [Chorus] "Auto-matic, just for my people" "It's automatic" "Auto-matic, ju-just for my crew" "It's au-au-au-au-It's automa-matic" "Auto-matic, just for my people" "It's automatic-ma-matic" "Auto-matic, just for my crew-crew-crew-crew-crew" [Intro: Damo] Battlehoggs, motherfucker