[Verse 1 – Mystro]
Well I´m the one to bring the funk although my armpit´s not stinking,
And I´m known to hold flows like the glass you drop drinking,
Never crude man I started of limping,
Plus I rock a fella like I know the art of parking lot pimping yeah,
You people know of Mys, the one whose flow´s crazy,
And is so gravy that it should come with a bowl of rice,
The MBS with the Hilltop Hoods,
Make B-Boys and Girls break quicker than real soft wood, let´s go.

[Verse 2 – Pressure]
I never hit on a girl, at least with no hand,
Girls are like serving time but time waits on no man,
Got nothing on women so I spread love on the rhythm,
And get you out your seat quicker than corrupt politicians,
And I´m on the brink, man it makes me stop and think,
I don´t drink till I drop cos I think I might drop my drink,
Think you´re more, than us? We believe in war,
Trust me your nothing I ain´t seen before.

[Verse 3 – Braintax]
With one pen too high to overextend,
In dreamland with freedom starting again,
With foresight thrive on the magic of life,
And five fingers plus a mic make sick shit, Braintax,
Fuck Tony Blair like I hate George Bush,
Another seven day week, you ready for the push?
Through the eight million stories that you can´t write down,
Start again from the top, come on people bounce.

[Verse 4 – Suffa]
Man all these pollies in power are cowards so it´s only fair,
That I hate John Howard like I hate Tony Blair,
And I croon like Tony Bennet in a rental tux,
Experimental cuts, with the Brando Flux and Mys Diggy,
No one´s as fly as these kings,
I´ll leave you beside yourself like Siamese twins,
We´re so deep, so nice, so full of promise,
But obese, lowlifes man what woman would want us?
We´re like some hooded up bombers out storming the yard,
We´re going large like a junkie out pawning his car,
This is the core of the art, and it´s all from the heart,
This music put your life together when it´s falling apart