[Intro] Holigraphic symphonies of sound, Thunder rumbling with tremors of the underground, 453.592 grams in a pound, Break it up & pass it round Im Lost in this world, never to be found, It's a one way trip my brother I'm Hell bound. [Verse 1] Imported banshee to get around i keep my Nose to the ground like a blood hound, Take this seriously, you could get taken, Seriously, you'll get took, stop listen and look, Use your eyes—what's in your vision, There's more than what's in front of you, Take what's yours, don't wait for permission. Make moves, what are you gonna do? [Pre-Chorus] Separation and division,we form small units for the mission, I wrote the book, I’m the author, I’m the past, I’m the pages that aren’t written, I’m the life worth living—when I wanted to give in. [Chorus] I was on lockdown, I did time inside a mental prison, The guards are doggy, they tried to trick and rob me, I Told em kickback when I grip the shotty like John Gotti. 6L blacked out, big body, Heard the sheep, border collie, 3D print a replicated copy, Hot wired, old school, commy. Proper done up properly you can't stop me. [Verse 2] Yeh She’s a hotty, green like a gremlin, Have you seen Scotty? Scott Green? Scott Green, yeah, he’s got it by the ton, Crystal by the kilogram, avoiding warrants—at large Yeah, he’s on the run. [Bridge] Suspect on the run, hostile and dangerous, With a loaded gun, naughty by nature, He’s direct, so it hits, Front page of the paper, Traditional custodian, Self-proclaimed land management and caretaker. As real as it gets. Collector of unpaid debts. [Verse 3] Sovereign being, self-governed lawmaker, Peppered with a salt shaker, Curse breaker, rehydrate, and resale— Just like a baker, add butter, add filler, Add cutter, resilience and determination, Tough Mudder, I’m in my own lane. [Chorus] I’m not from the streets or from the gutter, I’ll hit your driver with the iron—put a hole when I swing my putter, Propeller and rudder, what was that motherfucker? What did you just mutter? Speak clearly—may as well make you deaf, If you’ve got ears and you couldn’t hear me. [Outro] I’m a folktale, I’m a legend, I’m an unsolved mystery—respect and fear me, Full mast, set sail, I let the wind steer me, And the North Star to guide me. Just do it— Sweatshop child labor, got the Tic of approval, Just do it like Nike. I’ll bite them like Tyson, tell your dad to come fight me. [Final Reflection] He grew up in the era of the true 1%er bikie, Petrol bomb your pub if you give chook eyes like you don’t like me, We are paramilitaries and private militias— Fuk with us nah that's Not likely. Mental and physical warfare, I’ll imprint myself deep in your psyche, You will have direct contact with a demonic diety, confide in me you can run but you cant hide from me, deadly but silently you can die for me, no peace you'll be in pieces if i react it's gonna be violently are you trying me?

Playmaker’s pair of dice (paridise)