Gravy baby
I don't see no angels in my city, if there's a god please tell me if he's with me
Cause i feel devilish when i'm walking through Sydney
All these people, with they judge mental eyes
A light of girls with silent cries
People who fake having a lie, c*nts with tats and changed think they tough guys
So if you judge, i'll judge, in a court room never bow to the judge
c*nts can't f** with my mind, gravy in a matrix yeah
My sh**s unplugged
Even though i'm possessed by d**, heartless i don't wanna show love
Cold mother f**er laughing at c*nts like an entrance at Luna park
Please don't make me start, life is a game so just play your part
Ripped out my heart replaced it with art
Now when i step to the mic i rip it apart
My life, cold and dark, punching cones with the boys at the park
c*nts act hard but when coppers got them they turn into dogs that bark
Snitches for you c*nts that missed it, green with a bit of spin keeps me lifted
I hear it left, right and center so how come i don't feel gifted
Maybe cause i gotta be a lie yeah and in this concrete, jungles stand tall
And remain humble or start dramas and turn Sydney into a road rumble
Trouble south west criminals, f** all you c*nts, no subliminals
Unless like jet lee get em yeah im f**ing k**ing full shout out
Duck c*nts
All the boys from south west Sydney, hustle hard tv from day one
Yep these c*nts have always been with me
So i pray to progress everyday's a battle cause i'm f**ing depressed
Even tho i'm running out of breathe, smoke green 24/7 cause it reliefs the stress
Yes i'm going off like new years eve on the Barbour bridge
Drop this drug, f** crazy c*nts were i f**ing live
Yeah gotta ** my environment, i'm use to it smokin' oz's
But now i'm known around the oz, who f**ing knew it
Yeah tell me, who f**ing knew it
Michael Hennessy
Yeah,yeah,Michael, Michael, my city
So this is my city so watch me stand tall
I remain real, a street for thats raw
See these streets i call home, they've never let me down
And now i'm running sh**, gutter rap king form the underground
So clap, clap back, batter pulled down with a base ball bat
In a back lane, sell weed , till i stack
*big nose man but the fans know the rap*, no snap
In a trap, i was raised like that
In a city thats f**ed with a gutter c*nt that loves pulling guns, shooting c*nts, and the boys from the Windale pulling them drive byes
See ya mother f**ers cry, some dead pull it to the brain in the back of the head
Now hes locked up but hes doing a beat, gutter c*nt fam hustle hard to the end, no friends, only one i can trust is the mic cause im real till i die i stay true
Take a ride through my city and see i'm pretty real on the track ill talk i'm so true
Windale city gotta love where you come from
Raised in the street, breaking sh**, already pumped the jobs
[i dont f**ing know what the f** he is saying]
No love lost, no love found, i remain real im the under ground
I come up, you go come down, Michael one coming through with the gutter sound from the newcastle area