Nothin’s Gonna Change

Lyrics

[Intro (Sampled)] Nothing's gonna change his [?] Nothing's gonna—Nothing's gonna change his [?] Nothing's gonna—Nothing's gonna change his [?] Nothing's gonna—Nothing's gonna change his [?] [Verse 1] Pay attention you maggot's, your times up I'm in the back room with a razor cutting my lines up With a blind slut, money in hand, rolling a note Inhale deep powder, hit the back of my throat Simple mixtures of sinful lixtures, help me picture Better days when I was a pup sporting a sixer; Rorting the system; walked with a vision Talked with precision, but things changed 'cause people wouldn't listen Took to the page, my pen glisten, I wrote venomous verses 'Bout how the government put half my people in hearses And at first, yeah, it hurt to disperse this But quicker than lightning strikes the bubble had bursted I take a swing at anyone tryna lecture me The coppers, the court of law or the councillor next to me I'm taking the power back till I'm higher than XTC You're flirting with death, son, if ya think your correcting me [Chorus] So you thought you could lock me? These fools thought they could drop me Man, if you think that you got me You got another thing comin', son, if you think you can stop me Did you think you sedate me? See you thought you could hate me These fools thought they could break me You got another thing comin', son, if you think you can take me [Verse 2] You twinkle toes ain't been where I've been So stop with the lame questions, wipe the grin of ya chin I'm swimming in sin, the anger brewing within; I got a list of issues long as my arm, let me begin Kids with hats backwards talking hype but wouldn't stab shit Backyard local rappers who should get more practice And 'cause I got a deal they're on some tall poppy tactics You lack this, you motherfuckers better pedal backwards Chicks that want dick but claim rape when their cracks hit Cops that prowl streets with a badge just to bash kids Teachers that preach knowledge but don't touch on the drastic People that trade love for money paper or plastic The facts hurt, yeah, that's it, I make you feel it For years you've been protected and shielded No shit, son, you best to get a weapon and wield it The truth is safely guarded, I'm on a mission to steal it [Chorus] So you thought you could lock me? These fools thought they could drop me Man, if you think that you got me You got another thing comin', son, if you think you can stop me Did you think you sedate me? See you thought you could hate me These fools thought they could break me You got another thing comin', son, if you think you can take me [Interlude] Fuck it, I'ma hit 'em with that other shit Drop in with a third verse Big Phrase, Melbourne City Check me out, yeah, check, [?] [Verse 3] Born '81, Melbourne, Australia Mum had two miscarriages, I'm the second of non-failure Even as a sperm I was donned an elitist Yeah, raced from the shaft to the ovum, became a foetus Similar status to the Dali Lama I was chosen to walk the Earth and teach you laymen's karma Check the books, it's written, there ain't no stopping me You could study for years but never learn the street philosophy Pathetic pome prophecies that you proclaim to write Spitting punch line after punch line but never get it right Whilst I strike in the midst of the night, affect your mental Prepare for Armageddon, son, it ain't gonna be gentle [Chorus] So you thought you could lock me? These fools thought they could drop me Man, if you think that you got me You got another thing comin', son, if you think you can stop me Did you think you sedate me? See you thought you could hate me These fools thought they could break me You got another thing comin', son, if you think you can take me