Speakers Blown

Let's go

Young, young Sid, young, young, young Sid, who?

(Young, young Sid, young, young, young Sid)

Young, young Sid, young, young, young Sid

Fuck that, what's your name now? Huh

Sidney Diamond, fresh off confinement, ready for assignment

Kill my rivals, no gang beside 'em, I solo ridin'

Any province I'm king, north and south island

Put your hands up, I'm back

Been changin' climates, chasin' climates

Choking on a Cohiba, skulling back Cuba Libres

Eating lots of Ceviche in another time zone

Where it's no habla inglés

Bonita señorita, won't believe it

Till you see it whose the freaking man now, ho?

Recognize I ain't need no artist and repertoire

Tell me shit I already know, I exect my own record boy

Boss shit, Playa del Carmen, racking the broads in, oh, shit

Sun shine, skin tan, now that's karma for my loses

You see that? It's your dreams

You can never hold on to my seams

Ain't no other rap cat in N.Z., besides one fucking with me

Forget your instagram and you tweets

I'm out here getting horsed on a beach

Como estas, motherfucker, right now I bet you wish you were me

Ay, ay, yo, ay, ay, ay, yo

I'm made in my city, made in my city

Ay, ay, yo, ay, ay, ay, yo

I'm made in my city, made in my city

Yeah, Shout out my city, South Auckland with me

Until the maggots be up in me or I'm up the chimney

It doesn't matter, either way I'd still represent ya

I got that middle one waving

At those who resent me like hey ya hater, uh

Player ain't concerned with the drama

I'm fit and lean and I got a teams so it's nada

And we train like we play rugby league plus Otara's

Where I'm from and around, now royalty motherfucker

Who you think was coming next, ho?

Hola, scared now you you all are, I can feel your aura

And, yeah, homes, its over, the streets 'bout to pour up

Move the crowd, we on it

We got this shit on lock just like Teina Pora

Killing lame, it's ethical, this year it's gon' be a bloody massacre

Get out my way or I'm Russell Packer ya

And if you owe me then you know

You know we gon' be catching up, one

Uh-huh

Woof

Chop 'em down, hood like me

Empty shit, is O.V.A.

No sympathy, don't ever waste a day

And it's my letter to you

Now get the fuck outta my face, let's go

South side

Yeah

M.T.C.

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

I don't want nobody to call me Young Sid anymore

Sid Diamond

Uh

What up lil' Tira, boom

Auckland my city, man

King