The Tongue - Blunted Freestyle #3 lyrics

I ain't got a milli, I got a deally I wanna get down diddly do like Ned Flanders I'm so fizzy like soda, soda pop that's right People said Tongue was sh** and they rode him off And now they ride me on, they write my cheques They realised, I kept em down to me and sh** ain't counterfeit People should be down with it You should start to invest in all my sh**, do not frown on it You should smile, I put that sh** up on your dial Got the style that we reppin, and representing the S.Y.D That's my city, I don't need to show ID When I walk around, go down from Bondi to Blacktown Wherever I go around, c*nts always got my back now They giving me weed in small packets I can hack it, and freestyle like Grant Hackett They backpackers to me, get the f** out my state Before I k** you like Ivan Milat, now come get high with my raps When I start to bring it back yo my fingers just snap and start clicking That's how it be, my mind is clicking into place Cogs and gears, I've been doing this sh** wrong for years Now I've worked it out, there's been a 360 turnabout I've realised I could start to burn it down and keep k**ing it Release this sh** every year and just deliver it, like the postman Yo, you should call me the dopeman cos I got the f**ing funky flavours And I wake up all your neighbours with all this behaviour Ah yeah, it's kinda scary, it's kinda dark But that's how it be, I'm on your teeth like plaque In your mouth like The Tongue, that is how I get it done Ever since it was 2001 it's been fun to be rocking for...