Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool

Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool

Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool

Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool

You know I keep a cool head for every time I got to hand them some lead

I can write words with pencils and please know I meant it

When I say the Aus game needs saving

I'm in search for some dire need of some destruction

My first gig, I launched out at Laundry

These lullaby as rappers spit the same as one another

Another bum lil' gig sesh

I need my pedestal as tall as the next one who'll make it

Shit

Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool

Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool

Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool

Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool

You know I keep a cool head for every time I gotta write me some bread

I talk loud, I know it

I felt a loss of words every time I've opened paper

Written lines with intention, classify me a hater

You talk the tallest tales then televise it with snares

Want the world to watch SAONE break the game's despair

But your verses won't have depth talking 'bout rappers

White folks tryna be cool too

I know, you know, we know

Colonisers only sing about flowers

Dandelions and the beauty of comfy bed counters

The game needs some saving, then talk the real talk

The white man'll pimp me and watch the S.O.C go follow

Go figure, my future with figures gon' get run by Marcus or Jake from down the corner

I've written the fate of rappers, my future too seems written

If I lose what I've got

Just know I'm still cool headed

Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool

Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool

Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool

Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool

You know I keep a cool head for every time the world gon' spread us some hate

Bout time that I crash it

Animosity, dirt brown and cinnamon skin tones

I roar a thousand roars of whips and hollow bullet holes

Real cool to see the world turn into hell itself

And the white man sits at the top to feed that gut

But wait

The fellow brown boy ain't to clever

How many N-words gonna get dropped, till he gets dropped

I could count a few brothers shamefaced of culture

Adaptations of other races must feel amazing

But them brown girls really ain't safe neither

I've seen their asses wiped with racial slander

I understand why I feel shamefaced of colour

Our culture pillars on validating white structures

Shit

Goddamn

Ayy, shits not cool