Captains Of...

Lyrics

[Verse 1: A-Love] Grab a pen, a thousand men and your soldiers I've got two tons of fun and the world on my shoulders Hold your thought, this industry is fundamentally flawed Rappin' as a sport gets crushed under the juggernaut This ain't a business, all promoters bargain basement There's the flavour of the month that you haven't even tasted This Triple J shit has got me shaking in amazement How a simple rookie rapper grabs ahold of all your playlists So we got the aces with beats in the basement From Eastbourne to Melbourne, we're leavin' 'em complacent Hesitatin', a coup d'état of artists willin' So you could call us the Coalition of The Illin' We straight dealin', captains of action, life fulfillin' A lack of mass appeal and an attraction to mic stealin' Forget the politics, UK–Australia dominates Ed makes the beats while I sit and eat the Jaffa Cakes [Bridge: Sample] I'm two tons of fun (Fun, fun) [Hook: A-Love, A-Love & Evil Ed] So step aside, 'cause it's World War III And tell your publicist that we're captains of the industry No four line blurb can try to summarise me Or capture the drive that fuels my spirit and intensity Holdin' it down on vinyl or CD We're captains of the industry [Bridge: Sample] Step to, to the, to the, to the side Step to, to the, to the, to the side [Verse 2: A-Love] An entourage, arrogance and talentless back-up men Enter these live shows and groups but leave a feeling of embarrassment Smiles or no frills, we get the crowd up on their feet again A subtle blend of Evil Ed, some estrogen and oxygen Make no mistake, this is a culture revolution A mouse in Tom movement without the bruising and abusing And overhauling of music, 'cause these pop songs are useless The recipe for destiny is jazzy crews with new spits Using all the elements to circumvent irrelevance The dust on your twelve-inch is proof it wasn't time yet And while these artists turn from prominent to silhouettes We keep dividing regiments that fail to move the audience Business is personal, professional and complex Living by a beat to mark existence with an alias An athieist in nature with some strength and some cowardice The captain's only evidence is in our own omnipotence [Bridge: Sample] I'm two tons of fun I'm- I'm- I'm two tons of fun- fun [Hook: A-Love, A-Love & Evil Ed] So step aside, 'cause it's World War III And tell your publicist that we're captains of the industry No four line blurb can try to summarise me Or capture the drive that fuels my spirit and intensity Holdin' it down on vinyl or CD We're captains of the industry [Bridge: Sample] Step to the side Step, step to the side [Verse 3: A-Love] A captain of a sporting team who screams esteem to hold the dream An officer in rank below a major, but importantly We're swimming upstream in all extremes like supreme beans Verbalising teams that disagree with world economies I'm captaining a sinking ship that needs athe fiercelesst leadership Creeping through your speakers 'round the world and back with infamy Ability is infinite and intricate and limitless The Commonwealth connection with a heritage of Englishness So diligent, it's killin' it, prepare to sit and witness it Australian hip-hop wizardy, poetry and imagery Vividly uniting freaks who breed the beats endlessly Battle is fought uphill, struggling constantly We're captains of a race that's barely won and lacks funds With a simple return of satisfaction when we're done Admiralty, royalty, MCs and DJs Now on the count of three, we're the captains in the place [Outro: Various Samples] Step to the side You lack enthusiasm The message is clear, got to move all out of here Step to the side You lack enthusiasm The message is clear, got to move all out of here Step to the side You lack enthusiasm The message is clear, got to move all out of here Step to the side You lack enthusiasm Forget about the states, this place has no room for moody bastards