[Verse 1: Seth Sentry]
When I was five I wanted to fly a starship
Now I'm twenty-five and I can't even drive a car, sh**
I ask girls to come back to my apartment
Try to dink em' on my push bike and get laughed at
So these days when I'm asking out dates
I pick em' up around 8 in the car with L plates
And my Mum up in the front seat half an hour late
And nothing much changed, they still laugh in our face
So I'm carving out a name
As a rapper, cos I'll never get a girl without the fame
And plus I'm bored with watching p**n and getting rope burn
I need a fortune to afford myself a chauffeur
But luckily my flows works and its so perect
Even if I rap with no words it's still a dope verse
Did my homework and pressed myself an EP
Sold three copies now I'll probably be on TV
Bought myself a big wallet for the profits that I get from it
Then I saw my sh** up on a bit torrent
Got pissed off least I got some big props
From this kid Koptic when he said my voice was hypnotic
So get on it, go and buy yourself six copies
From the MySpace or download it if you're dishonest
But it's nice if you bought the album legit
sh**, I could use all the help I can get
I'm sick of getting bouncers are my own sets
Who won't let me in unless I tell em I know Pez
So that's my own mess that nobody knows Seth
I should probably do shows more and get stoned less
And it's a battle on the road less travelled
Cos most heads I know just rappers if they tone deaf
And that's cool, I got a sing song flow I guess
And you can hear it on the EP you should go and get
I had a guy ask me for my autograph
Nah not really, but that'd be awesome huh?
So when I say ‘Seth'
You say who the f** is that?!
And guess what Seth's not famous man
Most people know me from my Xbox gamer tag
Yeah I heard he had a face like a one tonner
Why you think I put artwork on the front cover?
So if you got a friend that loves rhyming
I got a present with better darn prices
Even if you're in a credit card crisis
Buy the sh** so I can get my car licence
[Verse 2: 360]
I don't even get scared in cemeteries
You get scared when you don't know where your teddy bear is
I'm where it started I'm everything that matters
If the Devil wears Prada then the Devil is a f*ggot
I'm getting in it the minute I start rapping
I'll hit em' with sarcasm and kick em' and laugh at em'
If you know some sick women introduce me
Girls love Matt Groening like Simpsons groupies
But I don't like having s**ual intercourse
I just like know that my genitals fit in yours
I'll send a message to Biggie Smalls
I can't find my style yet, get it, now gimmie yours
I'll win awards for my next release
But won't thank no one in my acceptance speech
And Pez and me haven't sleep for weeks, Seth can see
But he'll never know if it's meth or speed
To calm me down you better get some weed (weed)
So I can see time fly through my minds eye
And if you're talking about the highlights you're talking about my rhymes
Talk about the high life, talk about my life
At night time I might just ride by
Saying ‘take ya f**ing watch off ya wrist' cos it's my time
I'm already high on life
But I get high on ice just to get twice as high
Yeah, when we're stepping on stage while you're repping your train lines
With fans that take time to get their Mexican wave right
I'll have my Conchord with a built in squash court
And still be complaining that I want more
And we about to go on tour with Tom York
I know you're heard of us, wait – what's that song called?
And while you're standing in a circle kicking free's
We're driving around a park in a perfect limousine
[Verse 3: Pez]
Ugh, yeah you might have heard of Six and me
Yo it's Forthwrite b**h the only surfers in the scene
Rocking tight top shirts and fitted jeans
Listen close to this it's the only verse you'll get for free
Off one song man I'm earning fifty G
While you want a punch on cos you're turning 53
f** the urban city dream
Give me a house in a suburban little street I prefer to live in peace
I'm k**ing sh** if you don't know by now
You better turn this off and go find out
I'm not joking homie turn this off and go right now
It's showtime, blow!
I'm building up a buzz so motherf**ing that it won't die down
I'm the future, yes I'm in 09' and we the captains
See the weaker rappers keep adapting
It's easy you can speak to me or 3 and see what happens
I can't see the reason half you dudes are even rapping
You're f**ing terrible, I'm in comparable to most
Cos the flows impeccable its so incredible now everybody knows
I hear raw cliques talk sh** about the festival song
When they can't even comprehend the f**ing level I'm on
They can't really even seem to pen a good song
Go and listen to the rest of my songs
And come back and we can talk, man I'm leading forward
You're just doing things I've already seen before
So I'm not listening to it or skipping on through it
I'm sick of getting sick and thinking this isn't music
I still hear these dudes preaching that keep it real sh**
Yeah that's what you's do you keep it real sh**
I begun no wonder you people fear sh**
f**ing hell I can't even finish that sh**
[Verse 4: 360]
f** those c*nts man let em' be they're worthless
A bunch of centipedes who would never reach the surface
I'm sending dead MC's and enemies in hearses
And dead in beef and every week and never leave the churches
And say that 360's centimetre perfect
But even when I'm off by a centimetre, perfect
And my initals are my destiny got the letter M and C
Get it get it's meant to be I'm perfect
Acclaim asked if I f**ed heaps of fats
The fact is I lost count, f** keeping track
Man you're probably thinking what the f** beat is that?
But make you forget the beat thinking f** he can rap
Uh, remember the days of basketballing?
Man I only rap for kicks cos I can't afford em'
And my sights are as high up as Michael Jordan
Only job I'll have in my life's performing
See you talking, see you in the afterlife son
You biting many styles cos it's hard to find one
But we have that after night fun with these hot tarts
We ain't rockstars but we party like some
Yeah it seems these days the topics swagger
Cool now but rule out the subject matter
Stop rapping I ain't wanting to hear ya
Cos people love 60's music and ain't talking to era, no
We hit up rap with heaps of decent dimes
Who like to lick their fingers just to read between the lines
Rubbing their gums while we're running amok with more
Junk in the trunk then a truck full of d** the who*e
This is do or die, it's either suicide or crucify
You decide either way you lose your life
There's a 360 crew but they're spelt different
My name has no letters in the alphabet
I can smell success and man it smells like s**
And so smell it
[Verse 5: Pez]
You we're coming live from Triple R
Taking Aussie rap music on a different path
The kid who spits the sickest bars like it isn't hard
On that break through debut sitting in the charts
Another month I'll be a bigger star than Jimmy Barnes
It's pretty simple you don't like it you can kiss my arse
I'm out having rich dinners cos I'm living large
You're at home drinking VIC Bitter trying to fix ya car
It's a laugh mate you try to call that hip-hop?
sh** as soon as I turn it on I just switch off
Even if I burnt it it's like I'm ripped off
People probably heard it that's why your sh** flopped
[Verse 6: Seth Sentry]
I'm pretty certain I'm the laziest person I know
I sit at home all day with the curtains all closed
Just burning a roach, watching Murder She Wrote
Cos I lost the remote and just search for it
So hard I'd rather just work for the show
Till it's over then its Oprah? I prefer a good soap
sh** I watch commercials then purchase my phone
And then return it after thirty days dirty and broke
I gotta leave these burgers alone
Cos I almost outgrown the only shirt that I own
Plus I'm pretty sure that someone burgled my home
Cos I swear I had a girlfriend and some furniture tho?
I'm broke dope rapper murder a flow
So much work to go rehearse for a show
sh** I used to do gigs freestyle for two minutes, lose interest
And then be home in bed before the tune finished
Illusionist at work, I had it good
Just stand in one spot and pretend to look stressed
Yep, and that's the key to success
Success s**s Pez and I couldn't give a f** less
I'm feeling the ceiling I'm k**ing these tracks
I just write the punchlines and Pez fills in the gaps
Perhaps it's a fact that if I napped less
I'd have more time to practice and get my raps fresh