The Horse You Rode In On

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Seed MC] I'll give you one chance to answer (Answer) These rhymes don't seem to match up (Match up) You'd better go and call for backup (Backup!) Cause this shit's gonna publicly crash your systems and isms and formulaic flows Every day it goes to try and get votes but don't know the correct tactics You think you're immaculate? In fact, you think yourself apt at it but you're just crap at it You're inaccurate, hotheaded like a Capulet Wanker, check my slant on it Give me a beat and I'll dance on it while you act robotic Just another puppet Now I'm no prophet, but the rhymes you vomit Are the uranium deposits and the genocides you closet Old growth forests, first you go and log it Then you get your planes and with napalm, you bomb it And in the meantime take an indigenous culture and rob it Now as a citizen? I've asked you to stop it But you haven't, so now I grab this vocal and just cock it So draw your weapons (Woop) Too late, there we go I send you back with my raps banging in your stereos (Banging in your stereos) [Chorus: Seed MC & Joelistics] Fuck you, and your long list of isms You, and the holes you put pigeons Me, and my own inhibitions And fuck you, and you, and in addition You, and your patriotism You, and your religionisms You, and your criticisms And if you don't like it, then don't fucking listen [Verse 2: Joelistics] Fuck you and that horse you rode in on That high horse you get on from bullshit you were fed on This rap is the kick back from toes you tread on, the people that you pick on What? Because they're different from you? Check your attitude, those narrow views are bound to be the death of you Swing back at you and hit you up black and blue And we would have all been better off if you'd been born mute You step up to talk and you start to go on It's question time, listen, I've got my suspicions Ignorance plagues up this planet that we live on You might think this song is about rappers; you're wrong It's about people who use power to trip on My aim is dead on from my room with a view It's too true, we all have some flaws to admit to So fuck it, guess what? This rap is about me I'd rap this sonnet in the senate if I could If I thought for a second it would do any good Well, take a look, take a walk, read a book Let's burn down the parliament and watch the flag cook I'm using bogon and I'll take on all comers You sexist, racist, homophobic fuckers The dull, the dumb, the dirty and the dumber My friend from overseas said this country's got the dumbest Pull back the covers, read the newspapers Listen to talk back radio, watch Neighbours Talk to a politician or to a cop Talk to Pauline in her fish and chip shop I'm proud I'm Australian, whatever that means Probably bad dreams if you're a refugee I love a sunburnt country, I love it a lot It's just a pity about all the redneck fucks [Chorus: Seed MC & Joelistics] Fuck you, and your long list of isms You, and the holes you put pigeons Me, and my own inhibitions And fuck you, and you, and in addition You, and your patriotism You, and your religionisms You, and your criticisms And if you don't like it, then don't fucking listen