str8 from da burbs, in brizzy da big smoke,
wit poisen in my words, they say dis kids dope,
im jus da right bloke to provoke, aussie hip hop aint a joke,
so sit bak while i emerge wit dis verse dat i wrote,
pen, pad and microphone, yeah dats my paraphernalia,
ima spit from da heart & bring it home to australia,
so say a prayer, im runnin for mayor as da rap slayer,
bout to kick start & put aussie rap on da map, wit no failure,
we aint no bling bling rappers, fuc da lime light,
our rhymes give an insight of our honest perspective on life,
& we say fuc da black 'n' white shit, we all gota right,
2 say wat we like & fuc all u rappers dat sound alike on da mic,
all u fucin clowns, we gon set ur feet bak on da ground,
u cats gon get dragged around wit our down under sound,
Bias B, Pegz, Bliss 'n' Esso, we've had enough now,
aussie hip hop needs 2 stand da fuc up & get it locked down.
not finished, jus roughly wrote it quick, but let me know wat u think.