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[Verse 1: Joelistics, Seed MC, Joelistics & Seed MC] Kangaroos bounce and wallabies hop and scramble Humans act the same when they dance to this sample Like hammers to anvils, whack MC's get cancelled TZU hold the title, I just can't hold a candle We're shining examples of some lyrical vandals A rocking ensemble that be known for scandal I'm one of the handful of these hands who command cool mics With the lyrical integrity on rambles I'll grab them by the ankles and make them take flight While I radiate light like a flare at night Now, we do this like no other so don't stereotype We'll rock any stereo with any type of mic At gigs we get hyped, to crowds, they get psyched Bring life to dead nights Cultivate the vibe right So when we say "pick up" you say "the tempo" Yah! Come on, pick it up! [Chorus: Joelistics & Seed MC] One, two, check, TZU on deck You gonna get down? Do something Music you lose it to, that's okay Anyway, it's all a casual affair and don't pretend to be there if you ain't Check, TZU on deck You gonna get down? Do something Music you lose it to, that's okay Anyway, it's all a casual affair and don't pretend to be there if you ain't [Verse 2: Seed MC] Come on mammals bounce on the two one count down Correct position on the track we bounced down We rock in mono, don't need surround sound Got more style then Franco Cozzo's got beds in Brunswick town now We clown around, but, listen to this now now The TZU affirmative giving you no alternative Left wing to the conservative rock beats like Lars Ulrich did So kill 'em all kids, we're off the wall shit Check my talking book, you experienced it all kids [Chorus: Joelistics & Seed MC] One, two, check, TZU on deck You gonna get down? Do something Music you lose it to, that's okay Anyway, it's all a casual affair and don't pretend to be there if you ain't Check, TZU on deck You gonna get down? Do something Music you lose it to, that's okay Anyway, it's all a casual affair and we don't really care because we're [Verse 3: Joelistics] Back packing rap patterns that fashion phat Latin Bush walking nut cracking word smith tacticians Essentially there's many things that make my crew different And if you're off rhythm, we'll give you treatment to correct your position Now, make your decision now Move to this rhythm and choose with this rhythm Stock with ammunition to rock your whole condition And lock down the rhythm when the rhyme is upon us Drop the Coalition politicians in office Who cut back on education like they cut the forests Then increase the budget for my military hoes Social programs get jammed for top dollars And bureaucrats and fat cats stab backs With mad tax that hit back and trap poor buggers Their hard hearts come from hard margin profits They get beat down from beats and street sonnets To hip-hop, we're giving you, don't pop for revenue Too hot, but all of your respect goes to those who Stand up and demonstrate, pumped up to penetrate Rebels and renegades break down the barricades Aggravate the mainstream, crippled with conformity And watch it burn in the light of rhyme revelry Anarchy, (Woop!) let's ruin their games I keep an honest approach to stick up my rhyme play