The Tongue - Australian Gangster lyrics

[Hook:] You ain't no Australian gangster He's really trying to act all Australian gangster? No such thing as Australian gangsters when the heart dies down You ain't no Australian gangster He's really trying to act all Australian gangster? No such thing as Australian gangsters when the heart dies down Chopper Read popped a few and so did Neddy Smith Ned Kelly couldn't stand it when they shot him in the hips We arrived here as criminals with shotties in our grips Pommy government put us on that genocide tip Ma** ma**acre, same trick they pulled down in Africa That's real gangster sh** cause someone got away with it Somebody profited and someone's gotta pay for it Now, that's a lot of sums to a chump doing laboring Looking for a way out of the Bi-Lo lifestyle Trying to stack books up and step up his profile He figures that he'll split a sack of pingas with his cousin And fling 'em to the kids downtown by the dozen Pulls a hundred grand in six months, he's buzzing Diamonds and pearls for all the girls he's f**ing Next thing you know, a lot of mouths start running Seems like the constable's found out something A dawn raid, a court date, they got him in check, mate Second day in prison, took a knife to the breastplate Tries to fight back, but they keep surrounding him Feels the Australian gangster leaking out of him [Hook] Now, on the mic I blap-blap like Ivan Milat Alan Bond your street cred, now what you think of that? You got the mind of a k**er just because you strapped Or a licence to talk trash just because you rap There's your whip, there's your chain, you're a slave to the image Trying to change the reflection by changing the mirrors Never met a gangster that rapped Just rappers that act like gangsters who don't know how to act Through the map, the stats just aren't in your favor If you live by the sword, then you die by the sabre I need a better reason to meet my maker Gotta set the alarm so that one day you wake up And I know you're on a roll But even the brightest gang-stars can end up as black holes That's why my lyrics stay legal as Ritalin The hip-hop cops are out to imprison me Correctional facility where nothing's correct Filled with Underbelly extras with tatts on their neck That's a fate worse than d**h to any man with a mind Time to take a step back from that thin blue line And tell 'em [Hook] [Spoken:] Yo, shout-outs to all my real Australian gangsters The Bandidos, Woolworths Malcolm Turnbull, Church of Scientology, Starbucks... You know what's up Enjoy your little gangster careers while they last, man