Cause and effect, pause and reflect The sound of how rawkus it gets I formed a set to serve, your orders are less Form is the best at the present, threw my past away Stranded like in Cast Away, but I'm the one who has the last laugh today Raised on Raiders and the Cannons when they ran shit Bounced, couldn't handle it, time to find the manuscript Changed lanes, enter Sydney Brain in a smoke cloud, profound, waking up tipsy Cold world when you're chillin with ice heads Clouds of dust, clouds of mis-trust and fights bled Jacked wax, and jacked friends, welcome to the Crack House Days turned to night and then to days, time to black-out Time to straight the facts out, my own path Tainted with a broken heart, nose dived, hoping for a focused start Drown in ink, watch the pen drip Friends were lost, a better cost? Peep the ascension, The Lesson. (Chorus) Yeah the saga begins Maxed out play the track while we're twisting your limb I don't roll with crims, I roll with the punches Some play the field dumb Dazed1 will bum-rush your functions, son (Repeat chorus) Stone sober, lived like a stoner Clean in a field of dreams Hit for 6, no more a no hoper Still dope on track though, Rested in SYN and just awoke from the coma Life line on Soundwave, cue the vibrations Never hesitate with my dreams - I was sick of waiting Old friends sit with no patience, and watch the world buy I watch the world turn, balanced with my third eye Wrecked a stage as D&F that's in the past though Flawlezz still fam and in my heart bro Cue the catalyst, cue the battle shit Dudes sunk like battle ships These dudes aren't talented full stop Focused on their fan page and tweet game then writing raps Used to fight in packs can't hold their own, fade to mediocracy. It's to joke to see what hip hop has been To see the scene now with kids who don't respect the art properly (Chorus) Yeah the saga begins Maxed out play the track while we're twisting your limb I don't roll with crims, I roll with the punches Some play the field dumb Dazed1 will bum-rush your functions, son (Repeat chorus) Yeah the saga begins Backpack with a hoody and Timbs Or Maxed out play the track while we're twisting your limbs I don't roll with crims, I roll with the punches Some play the field dumb Dazed1 will bum-rush your functions, son Gettin buckwild on track while the ciders drunk While cyber punks slump and bitch and moan to another one About the state the scenes in… I aint a new jack I been around the place man so trust me, I seen things I payed dues these cats were fucking round in high school I learnt where we've come from to me the past is vital While these clowns deserve beat down They think they're on some new shit listen here and take a seat now I Bruce banner these cats who think they're street smart A bunch of retards talking shit but they're sweethearts And walkin' round these parts won't do much with that talk Smack tracks like addicts on the catwalk (Chorus) Yeah the saga begins Maxed out play the track while we're twisting your limb I don't roll with crims, I roll with the punches Some play the field dumb Dazed1 will bum-rush your functions, son (Repeat chorus)

(Cut Chorus) All I hear is voices questioning the choices in this life I live With no vice to expel the ill thoughts I give What's right to me is wrong for someone else, a case of opposites Reaching for the stars while I'm in hell The stage was set Never need a dose of Percoset Fumbling a nervous wreck Hard to please breathe with clogged arteries My soul cold with a North Face vest But I ain't done yet I'm running to the sun for the fun of it Lonely streets, lonely beats, a heart empty Gone afar off the beaten track my past problems plenty Fade to black I was saved the day I slayed a track Praise to rap for saving Zac Forsaking all the lame attacks I raged I pushed pen to page and gave away my soul for free Rocked shows and opening for favourite acts Beats sold for fees It's a part of me as much as my girl and family Hip-hop my therapy from mundane and insanity (Cut Chorus) This is for the kings Much respect to those that paved the way Tuning into Ro's 'Holy calamity' tunes to blow my pay away local voice got me hooked Mobb shook me years before Torture skits, backpacks, yeah I was a Rawkus kid Learning how to 6 step in Sammy's garage Funk Flex on the mix tip and bumping in cars COK 2 Art of War told the world to bring it on Rid the inner demons turn the beat up and the heat is on Self medicated, 30 bucks a pop, cop the 12 too Now with double stock, waiting for another drop Raid the crates, search for that ill stab and dope sound $1 bins made beats on Fruity Loops Nearly bought an SP instead copped the MP Bang pads and chop till the crate's empty Day to day write plenty Bustin tags on my note pad, flow better than I used to Still remember buggin' out listening to Juice Crew (Cut Chorus) Yo I'm Nas on Verbal Intercourse Ghost on Criminology Rest in peace Soul Clap, why get rid of Ology? Lansdowne on Thursdays Back2Basics, Fresh Meat Record fairs in Glebe find a sample for that fresh beat Yo I'm as Hip-hop as KRS Making pause tapes on the tape decks loaded up my Walkman for the long haul To me it's all natural Living life without this to me just really doesn't seem practical Gained a few friends, lost a few too Learnt from mistakes, searched for breaks, really saw how music's beautiful Rep my crew. Stages? Yeah I wrecked a few Know the ledge brains never overfed with with lessons through this constant elevation This life tests my patience Top to bottom whole cars get me geed up at the station I bomb automatically Socrates philosophies and hypothesise can't define how I be droppin' these WIK on production Dazed DFTC (Cut Chorus)

Fighting thoughts with dirty weaponry the world in my palm Soldiers at arm - Strike! And the nervousness calmed Alarm sound off the air raid, brigade smash the trenches The competition is defenceless I'm just a man part of the bigger picture, trying to understand I can count all of my friends with one hand And I don't need more to blind me, my vision's so unsightly I'm sick of all the bullshit, it's time to go out fighting And rightly so, I kick it with the highest flow Lungs corrupt from years of smoke my mind's behind the lighting show Hiding from the truth or you could say lack of experience It's time to face reality, shit's about to blow From the days dazed bent putting shit up in my nose Chopping sticks up for a quick fix the damage starts to show So I left it all behind, try to clear and pace my state of mind Rhymes formed a base t start - a therapy of mine I still walk like there's land minds, my thoughts still stay hesitant I do this shit for life until the day that I am heaven sent I never rest cos sleep's the cousin of death Eyes wide shut, pen to pad for numbing the stress Head's a mess and my heart was, I'm gunning this test Define best? Well I'm trying but I'm running FX I'm blessed, but it seems that sometimes I forget Weight of the world, getting cold and the succumbing effects. (Cut Chorus) I walk right, my head's left, cue the danger Fused with pocket full on dred pass a stranger Zoned, cast a shadow onto fallen hope This, the place I call home, wish upon a star watch the plot unfold Find the pot a gold, living with a blurred view Scheme's grand, scoping on these plans Staring at my wrist watch, imes ticking faster Drowning in the sand watch the plans go I'm flirting with disaster A change to come, I played the sums was the answer right? Heart of ice, parted vice sitting in a cold room Prisoner of doom and prisoner of society I judge wisely, city lights blind me Empty streets, broken homes, nightmares in foil Broken hose, head numb so you're dumb to see the turmoil Ghost in a shell, hell spares none for no one My soul's done, a scarecrow Watching as the crows come (Cut Chorus) My mind's locked between a rock a hard place with not much to give Breathing space grows small as well as luck to live Lust the luxury to bust free from chains that hold hope A frame of brain states controlled by dope once hung in this crooked house I'm done now and took it out Remnants and past tenants snarl with a crooked mouth Is this paradise or hell? I'm down to my last buck it's fucked ain't got much to sell Wash the memories with bleach to a state's that pure A clean slate for the weight and the fate endured I'll raise hell like it's my own seed until I get my mind right I'll shine bright and step into the stage and the limelight The clouds form, cue the calm before the storm Warn the masses for the flash when the page is torn... This is where the rage is born Arrange pain in the same vain till fame is worn

(Pompei) I got an itchy trigger finger but it never go pop So I'll Taze ya, Mase spray like gritty Syn City cops I'm plotting tossing a Molotov at 'em often Burning the Broccoli up rocking your rocks off This shit is precision, perfect division of vision And Freddy Hollows writtens couldn't give a description I'm off the charts when they measure my mark They die in my pass, I'm something like the Khyber Pass Title vast like a whole train, 8 car smashed Back to back, each letter in caps That's Pompei, dash, MJ, dash Panache in the place Living large under the flight path Find my crib by tracing the fly shit That little bit of spittle that dribbled out the side of my lip, but I try save it all for one-time Like peep game bitch, here's a piece of my mind, right Get around while they keep in in line, lights Flashing like a fashion show, posing for the crowd True Skiller guillotine, kill a Philistine Fill a fiend, too real, red over blue pill That's two reels of simultaneous film Get payed, get played, mind frame like a still Now picture that, if you wanna pitch it back Catch the flow? Lend me your ear like Van Gough (Cut Chorus) (Sparts) DFTC, Grand Architecture Stand our ground in the mist, now you understand The whole unit combines with their arms Chain linked like a protest, no way out of it. Uh Blood shed from our palms, check the ransom Honour like a code of the past, now abandoned We move on you like ghosts in the dark, Shells empty. Collateral, reaching the marksman Event horizon, alive with the fire, we don’t buy it Yeah, you’re trying too hard Lambs become Lions for those now departed Omerta is burning, wings of the martyrs Uh. Don’t fuck with a virus. We move like a germ Grab your soul through the hole in your iris Psych in your mind, Skull and Bone pirates See it in finality, we’re more like science And who’s liver, without being seen? Still walk in the shadow-line, no way back in time Still scrape for a penny, and your thoughts Try to tell me otherwise. Still stay the course I’m kinda like that. Fight back. Cake. Cut the portions The force of a Stormin’ Norman Orbit, right round your head til’ you’re dead With the cord all disordered. Four in the morning (Cut Chorus) (Vocal sample) (Dazed) The only panels I've smashed are my tossed, old Supreme caps Drugged up in younger years so welcome to the relapse Schemes grand as long my beat bangs Street gangs who speak twangs, preach slang, reach for the beast - blam I'm on another plane Hit hard like Hurricanes Another level like bunk beds, drums with funk bled Drips like Krink stains, insane on the brink mayne 9 to 5 got me hesitiating Frame without the painting Rain hits the pavement Brain ticks, it's payday I'm still waiting - rage on a freight train ACG and my North Face hooded up '87s laced loose, wasted with the Grey Goose Fresh dressed and best kept from head to toe Friend or foe? Better flow? Dazed will be better, so I used to crush raw, now I lust for bucks more Jet-set, never wrecked cassette decks, wrecked up your mp3 and CD My mother said this wasn't easy The game's changed and it's cheesy - I'm lactose 10 years later here's the long play Dazed, Sparts and Pompei, wasted in the booth sippin' Bombay Inner west to the north of the 'Burn Wreck sabbaticals, it's our time so when will these faggots learn? The 4th letter, 1, 26, 5, 4 run shit DFTC from the psych ward

(Invada Zee) Call him Thor, crawlin' ou the cryogenics door Hammer in his claw 'n' a manner bring the war Adamantium Skeletor, cella dwella sort Sell a fella Gelignite with Heroin to snort Sumerian I walk through a time warp parryin' Clarity for eyesores my sword bury 'em Then carry Maid Marrian for the marryin' But all she want is Snow White like the Aryans (Pompei) Dope right? Trafficking amphetamine My drive like a motor cycle club peddling, better Tell a friend, tell a foe, tell a telephone Tell a telepath like you already know, Hoe One String, two cups for your earloves Ya gonna need a teleport to get 'em to hear, yo Stepped through the Star Gate at age two Now I pull apart a page at a phrase and blaze through (Centre Left) (Blase) Hey man! Get out of my way man Words straight out the dirt we're some soon to be Made Men Play jams, when we're heavenly toasted We can (can) will (will) leave you in hypnosis Trying to step, don't get too close kid Got to protect your neck and go for death (yeah no shit) Predict the patterns of the future increments, well I'm the car to kill a rat while his whole click witnesses (Grandeur) Here come the Grand yo, laced with a little bit of weed Hungry motherfucker - grown to supersede Centipede swagger steez yo, with many legs to stand on I feed tear MC's with these teeth like a Rancor Rip both of your hands off, eat like an animal Don't see me as admirable, I finish off your family too Have you seen my family lose? We yearnin' for the power Renowned ta take over this city Trump Towers (Nato) Sonic gutter flutter, DFTC ruckus, no stutter Bled blue, utter nudda, the rudders are cutters Numbers are runners, sykes syked sick, six under No avoiding the thunder, we hoarding the plunder Boarding your residence, sorting through evidence Convicted for your petulance, now receiving sentencing Like meddling with a Medllin (medi-in), no way to win Now carry the bags you be buried in (bitch) (Nexus P) Bitch please! Dick slap the shit out a prick tease The sick feed - eat diseased bush and spit seeds Till my lips bleed, bleed bits of mixed trees Breathe deep thick green wreathes in sixteens (Centre Left) Drippin' with wisdom and ink streaks Leave a deep crease on big bears with linked speech Unleash beasts - with mothers and kids sleep Keep killin' shit street like gutters and split teeth... Nex P (Sparts) This is Sparta, DFTC, we’re the martyrs An industry shakedown, rates now Primetime media, feeding like Great whites Yin to your Yang we’re the darkness to your daylight So fuck your daytime, droning mentality Work eight hours for a pot pissing salary? Uh. That’s no balance, See the world through its scapegoats Rich tick the box, with a Fox shock jock, fucking what Man, stop your drama, the hundreds disarming these Lamas Chinese burn, Middle Kingdom with a vision Scream like a victim, So that’s what we’re on about See my mineral wealth go offshore for a dollar now My Pig Iron, surviving the violence, primed for a riot Bullets come back now, right like they’re flying (Rezadent) My firsts are bloodied up and scuffed after past events Lines combat react like raps last defence Archangel with a Sabre make a playa repent You push 'em yesterday rappers they just a past tense A massive shake up when I'm housin' the words Plus these suckas take offence like drunk drivers mountin' the curb Verse is preserved and hardly move in my diaphragm Only 8 lines devised but every one is a diagram (Sinks) Getting gully I'm summoning raps Some are in traps and some are living in the summit of black In and out of the well again im a predicate orwellian Elegant fella with a hell of a dark sentiment Get 'em in a minute and dead 'em who let the devil in You are like a sedative I'm a shot of a adrenalin Who is really ready to ready the deadly cavalry Cos when I fire lyrics I'm shattering their anatomny Monsoon rains you fickle and pitter patterin Erasin' matter I never wanted to only rattle 'em Baddest attitude and the shortest of short fuse Fuck one on one shit im coming for whole crews DFTC! The name a get the streets red Street breed legends who never knowing a compromise Sense and smell fear and see it up in their troubled eyes Lookin for some drama lets see how quickly the ego dies (Force) Regal lies, kings talk, Jesters in this court Cant believe a single word or even a fucken thought Over sought and compensated People looking elated at lyrics that are faded While im dominating the matrix I ladle the broth to the peasants who want more You want more, what the fuck you think I do this for? Judas raw, hang me from the cross with a hammer squire Burn in fire rise again with a mic a phoenix flyer Perched on the tower top watching the fucken city rot Waiting for the right time to swoop in and let em drop Now we back on top, cause the hand is high And im going all in to mine with the parchment I scribed Looking to pry and open up the locks of ya mind With the call from Dazed, let em have it, let it fucken fly Open the skies and let it reign forth on the masses It's the ending, apocalyptic clashes (Mol One) Ya deaded, what else needs to be said? Nothing more nothing less 8 bars full'a lead Try now to impress without arrogance You can follow the follower and copy what the parrot says Apparent heads hold flames to credibility Injustice amongst us and its killing me But if I go down you go down too Murderous sound like Snowtown now rope that noose (Baptist) It's that war correspondent. Dirty up the Middle East Superthug, Noreaga in the Phillipines Manual, survival. Shot to camera Cut back, studio life, you lack stamina I'm your man at the scene, saying it first Never in it for the Monet, I paint it with words Let 'em observe the night raids, give 'em the night rays Leave 'em all green when I deliver this hype phrase Dawn breaks and I'm downing verbal effigies Glorifying the past worst than a bad memory I'm a new breed, choking journalism Talking for myself and I'm smart enough to listen All the chitter chatter, did was flatter a little badder Staying out the game be the biggest benefactor Hang a verse round ya neck like an heirloom Guest spot killer living innards in the Spare Room (Dazed) Keep it tight like Huarache kicks, my style's sick Violent, enticing, you bite like Mike Tyson I'm Don King, you feather-weights go back where you came from Cut from the same cloth, I'm Bison - insane boss Many complained about the state of things We pressed wax on first release but aren't judged a label, so what's beef? I'll bring the ruckas 'till the cows come home DFTC's the team, it seems I've found my zone Burn City we the sinister, right to the arm Cause a vision with the lyricism, vengeance is calm I read in psalms, I hate the scene like LC on their first drop Heard your verse, the worse Sounded better when your verse stopped Fuck Digital Blues, here's a digital bruise We rep an era where the physical's true So how the fuck you cop doubles of an mp3? I put your music in the trash and now your folder is empty