​triple j, BLESSED - BLESSED | Bars of Steel lyrics

BBGB

DOA, Aussie hip-hop
RIP, let it be, it's a new lot
You ain't see, you should leave
Make a moonwalk
Heeheehee, heeheehee, uh, make a moonwalk
BnE can suck a D-IC-K, uh
You're not iller, better act your age, mate
Huh, old head don't mean OG
Bald head look like police
And I don't talk to the police
Tall poppy, but my flow they copy
Say I don't sound Aussie but I'm Aussie
And I'm black like Cosby but
The girls they love me
I don't play hubby, uh, should've played
Rugby, 'cause they can't touch me, uh
Movin' through the city, dodgin' all the
Bitties, I been gettin' litty
Every day I'm jiggy
Black fella and I stack that
Cheddar, hеard your lil song
Coulda made that better
Musta been rackin' up with your fеllas
Bet you can't back it up with no hitters
Haha, laughin' at you
Why your girl look like her name?
If she look at me I'll be her parent, tsk
Make her run all my errands
I'm not hatin', I'm just sayin', time flies
Things change
All of you sound the same, DOA, end of game
I put Aussie hip-hop in a ziplock
Light it on fire
Now your shit's hot, I don't wanna
Lie, can't listen to you lot, what?
Everybody wanna be a nigga
But nobody wanna be black
Where did you get your style from?
Who you think started rap?
My head so big, no cap
Might spend a couple racks at Cas
Sudanese gangs all on the news
They wanna talk about that? Tsk
Why don’t we talk about the
Government taking our freedom
Ain’t giving it back? Uh
Why don’t we talk about the coppers locking
Our brothers for selling them packs? Uh
Back to the rap shit, swimming
In women, no catfish
Make her do backflips all on my mattress
I don’t need practise, smoke an opp
Ashes to ashes
Big lips and a dick to match, uh
I don’t talk this and that, uh
I don’t go tit for tat, uh
Everything I say is facts, uh
Pretty boy spit the ugly truth
When I’m in the booth, when I'm in the mood
She like me, she ice cream
I’m finna scoop chocolate
You're interstate, I’m international
Most underrated, most influential
Ask Kid Laroi who really helped the boy
Every artist 'round me I saw potential
One thing that I know is I
Ain’t never tried to go viral
I do this from my soul and back that like
Huh
Just 'cause you rap don’t make you a artist
Been gone for years but still I’m the hardest
Ha, that’s funny to me, I'm heatin' up
A hundred degrees
Big fish in the pond while I'm overseas
Rap and I make the beats, so who can compete?
I am the one, not four
They can't touch the boy
Heard them boys try touch my boy
Leave that street shit in the streets
I'm gon' teach kids 'bout this peace
My little sister told me someone
Got stabbed at school
Guess you drillers teachin' children just to
Be as dumb as you, tsk