The Tongue - Corruption Dub (Combat Wombat's 'Corruption Bounce' Remix) lyrics

[Hook] {Chasm on the decks} Hyper than the little kid on ginseng Bring ... bring ... bringing the heat [Verse 1: The Tongue] Now I'ma rock to my soap box like Marley did Float like words of peace off a Ghandi's lips Skate board lyricism pulling narley flips My whole life has been one long party trick But now I gotta talk about a bigger part of this The part of a rappers heart where the darkness is The narcissist inside the artist It's time to find out what the fear of an artist is Starting with the business - the hardest bit Who you gonna trust when your units start to shift How you gonna think straight if you spark a spliff Knowing every A and R wants an arse to kiss Yo there's no clear answer they'll ask you if You can record a hit so big it's hard to miss Rumour mills turn truth into the darkest mist Blinded by the question "should I be apart of this?" [Chorus: The Tongue] {X2} They'll have you bugging out You'll feel like running now And all the people and the pressure have you bugging out Do the Corruption Bounce When we be bugging out From the pressure and the stress you're bugging out [Verse 2: The Tongue] The second issue is the lifestyle that's wearing me down It puts pressure on you're neck when you wearing a crown Elefants built the scene up, not tearing it down Any weed up on the tour bus we share it around I'm on the Aussie Batla breakfast, hare of the hound Dogs bollocks in your wallets, money's rarely around Tongue can't hear excuses just spare me the sound Spare some change for the street urchant that's staring you down You better up-size your party hat when we're in you're town And I ain't leaving 'til I see my CD there in ya house My heads high off my shoulders and buried in clouds I know my people when I see them, you're there in the crowd Still I rap rookie breaker Freestyle hash-cookie baker Call me the inner-space invader Who treats any fan like a neighbour And sleeps til it's dark in a park on some bugged out behaviour [Chorus] {X2} [Hook] [Verse 3: The Tongue] Man that's my life Any man has his price Try'na stay sane while going mad on these mics Damn is it like this for ya whole career Who'se dropped, what's flopped, what's gold this year What time is it here, I'm try'na focus But keep bugging out worse than flys and locusts The heat and the pressure both try'na choke us So the fact I'm alive should inspire the hopeless Corruption bounces of protest Cos bouncing be no less than agony throughout this whole process If you playing blame games it'll cost ya Thought hip hop would be laid back but it's corrected my posture And I'ma never be the same So pump up the volume and take a little pleasure in my pain [Chorus] {X2}