Dallas Woods (triple j Bars of Steel)

Lyrics

[Intro: Latifa Tee and Dallas Woods] You're on Triple J, this is 'Bars of Steel' with Latifa Tee And today we have Noongar rapper, King of the Kimberley, Julie's Boy Dallas Woods in the booth, ready to spit some fire Are you ready to go Dallas? Yes, sir, let's get it Let's get into it Triple J 'Bars of Steel' Shoutout to bro JUJO E-K [Verse: Dallas Woods] I'm your favourite rapper's favourite rapper, get the fuck out my face They can say a lot of things, but they can't say that I'm fake Might lose you some fingers, trying to eat off my plate Laughing in a purple tux, I put that blade to your face (Ha) Wanna know how I got this far? In the devil's playground, I did not need God How the hell you think I got this hard? And the valley of death is how I got this far No fence sitters, you either love me or hate me I'm Russian roulette, full clip, no safety In other words, nobody getting home safely I couldn't give a 'uck if you paid me, stays crazy Smiling assassin, my mental be on that triple six My mental get me some cash and go and triple it These little kids wanna be him, him, him, triplets Then preach like, "hym hym hym" brudda I'm sick of it Top five, I spit the illest lyrics, then I top line I ghost writers, who, him, not I And if the shoe fits, we can get to grooving Spinach with the written's chickens Popeye, pop guy Oh, well, guess you can say that I'm is Unsigned, but I'm working for the labels and shit It is what it is, no need for labelling it The perfect one for me, I don't think that label exist On to bigger and better, I really can say whatever You say whatever they tell you, black magic, I'm Mr Clever You fly, broken propeller, you fellas is broken feathers The gun from the westside, man, in the city like I'm Teves I hit the stage like a hand grenade Pin pulled and that shit full of razor blades Shit's cool till them razors erase your face For my nans, I'll trampoline on a racist face Aboriginal O-D-B, nobody fathered my style Julie's boy in the flesh, that queen fathered this child 'El diablo' flow rattle cages, hell in a cell Undertaker to mankind, I'll throw your ass in the crowd From the era of disrespecting, whippin' ass was allowed Get to asking around, I'll whip your ass with a smile And I'm coming for that torch that ain't been passed in a while It's that cheeky young bastard with a passionate smile E-K [Outro: Latifa Tee and Dallas Woods] Ayy Aboriginal O-D-B, in the booth You know what it is Mr. Clever Tricky with the lyrics (Ah) Dallas Woods, how are you feeling? I'm feeling good, my sis, triple j 'Bars of Steel', which bars are real?