Rest In Peace (feat. Dazastah, Ciecmate & trials)

Rest in peace to the innocent children that were shot in the back

Runnin' from the military, Junta hot on their tracks

For the love, that's why their uncle packs a bomb in their bag

What the fuck? You'd do the same with no options in hand

So stop with the wack raps, you illiterate stale

Horse shit, you're just a piss in the gale force winds

Battling me, like I have to start bustin' for you

I'm like a suspect beef, I got nothing to prove

Fuck it, I'll serve you straight from the kitchen

And kill your fly shit like Norman Bates with a pigeon

Listen, I'm deaf and blind to your fallacy war

Like a landmine child victim, all bandaged and sore

Damage and break you down until your spirit is vanquished

Like traditional ownership does to indigenous factions

It's more than just black and white like racism

'Cause the face of hate appears when you face the mirrors

This is for the people starvin' to eat

'Cause food for thought is runnin' short in this marketed scene

It's hard to believe when you feel like smashin' the mirror

But Charlie Chimp will pick you up like an angry gorilla

Yeah, I'm back in that pattern

I sit up late with a spliff and wait for the magic to happen

Just for rappin' wack, you're catchin' a slappin'

I'll put you under pressure like a pilot with cracks in his cabin

Have another shot, see if you can take this spot

I'ma play strategically and take everything you got

Checkmate, game over, now you know the deal

Here with my bros, and we're pros in our chosen fields

Standin' tall, like a wall to wall, public letter blockbuster

Got a lust for life, plus a lot of love for those I trust with my life

I'ma live my life like I like on any given night

And anything less isn't right

Time's tickin' by, time's makin' changes

Time's turnin' friends into strangers

I'm tryna find what the aim is, but time's limited

I've gotta make payments, and for everyone, every day it's the same shit

Big brother wants us all to put it in a statement

But it's built on lies, like the Bush administration

The media be feeding you, and we just believe it, huh?

Behind the curtain, men are gettin' greedier

We need to peel the curtain back and hurt 'em bad

And then spread the wealth around

To all those who've been gettin' held down

Can I get some help now?

Or can I get a hell yeah?

I'm sayin' this for everybody's welfare

Now may these MCs rest in peace

Rest in peace, rest in peace

May these MCs rest in peace

Because when I come to town, the population decrease

Now may these MCs rest in peace

Rest in peace, rest in peace

May these MCs rest in peace

Because when I come to town, the population decrease

Rest in peace, 2006, shit changes quickly

Deaf to all man, so I'm trained in lip read

Pick me like a gypsy pickin' a pocket

Depict me like David Hicks holdin' that rocket

A mix breed of Scottish and a modern day Australia's home

But Mundine treats us like an alien, no, man, fuck that

Singin' Waltzing Matilda with my rucksack

Cut back on the ego, leave rap to the albino

Rip you quicker than teeth wrapped around a T-bone

See no evil speech insightful

Solid gold heat like Hussein's rifle

I'm spiteful, only loyal when it's like that

Starve man's best friend, he gonna bite back

What? It's the way that it is

Dig your grave, like lettin' Michael J play with your kids

I can't live in this world full of rock heads

Findin' a good one's like findin' the Loch Ness

Monster, but not Kody Scott

But down for my team and know what I got

When it's my shot, take it, never look back or never make it

Dedicated to my fate, a known gladiator

Yeah, your favorite, I run with the wind

Pauly Poltergeist and the Brothers Grimm, yeah, you know me

Rest in peace, bottom feeders, the scourge of the Earth

Proof God doesn't need us, from fetus to birth

First mums didn't plan me, so meet plan B

The worker bee, Ron Burgundy, where the pants be?

I'm quite a big deal, ninety-something kilos

Aim for the best, but got Shaq at the free throw

I'm overweight, shit, I can't hold a job, but I can hold a steak

Wash it down with a bunch of brown bottles

Plutonic made it for snake charmers

The bass bang harder than face-plantin' in chain armor, huh

Heavy metal, hammers bangin' the hangover

In my head space, until it's dead weight

Until the next day, Return of the Jedi

Sun up to sun down, return of the red eye

Doctor Jekyll, Mister Trials

Mean me and a beat mean the recipe to rest in peace