Horrorshow, and you should check
your horoscope
'Fore you step and get your face left
redder than a twenty dollar note
If you didn't already, you got to know
Think you fly till you fall
out the sky like "Geronimo!"
Uh, look out below
Watch the class clown drop down to the ground,
he's out for the count
But that won't be me, no,
don't doubt it, I'm
Bound for the crown, no bones about it, bro
So to all the party people up
in here
Trendies, bogans, countrymen,
lend me your ears
Just let me make one thing clear:
"I came to claim shit this year"
What? Didn't you hear we back
with a kick and a snare
Plus a bit of that old au contraire
So get a smile on your face and
your hands in the air
Throw 'em up like you just don't care
Put 'em up, put 'em up one
time if you feelin' the vibe
Two times,
let me see you try reach for the sky
Speak my piece, let the people decide
If you comin' for a piece of the pie
Then be advised that you ain't so tight
Little homie when you get up on the mic
All I see is the disguise
you hidin' behind
Gettin' high on your own supply
If you wanna get the job done right
Oscar Mic be the go- to- guy
Bona fide flow goin' for a bargain price
The hype ain't gonna fly today
One time for your mental
We stripped it back to
the fundamentals
For anybody who was
doubtin' the credentials
Stale mind frames cryin' out "heresy!"
What's the matter,
you afraid of a little melody?
Sick of these non- believers, man,
I want Justin Bieber fans
Girls screamin' at the gate,
waitin' to see us land
So fuck this rap shit, I quit I'm leavin'
I'ma start a boy band,
"I'm fucking wit'chu"
Sometimes I wonder if I coulda
cut it as a rock star
But I never really ever could play the guitar
I was way too skinny to
be any good at footy
Found my peace in my hoodie
with my beats on blast
But shit, I can recall the days
people paid me out
For tunin' in to this hip- hop sound
Yo, remember when they use
to call us barbecue rap?
Hahahaha, pardon me,
I had to laugh at that
Now we pack stadiums
with bars that crack
Craniums and top the Australian
charts with rap
Build it up, tear it down,
then we start it from scratch
You ain't even gotta ask
where the party at, just
Put 'em up, put 'em up one
time if you feelin' the vibe
Two times,
let me see you try reach for the sky
Speak my piece, let the people decide
If you comin' for a piece of the pie
Then be advised that you ain't so tight
Little homie when you get up on the mic
All I see is the disguise you
hidin' behind
Gettin' high on your own supply
If you wanna get the job done right
Oscar Mic be the go- to- guy
Bona fide flow goin' for
a bargain price
The hype ain't gonna fly today
Said, I don't know what
you've been told
I don't know what you've been told
Follow suit or break the mould
Follow suit or break the mould
Said, I don't know what
you've been told
I don't know what you've been told
But it ain't got nothing, no,
it ain't got nothing
Said, it ain't got nothing if it ain't got soul
So here we go, lads, rally caps up
Bud in the tallyhos, black sally in the cup
You mighta heard the murmurs,
word to Hermitude
My voice ring from the alleys
to the valleys back up
With the "boom bap original rap"
We bring it to you live in the physical,
digital
Download thievery reachin'
critical mass
We give it our all,
we'd love if you give us a little back
We can't be too mad at you
for clickin' on that
'Cause for samplin' the pieces that
we fit in the track
Some'd say what we make
is a criminal act
We rockin' in a new era
without the fitted cap
Bring it back, one for the show and two
for the money
Hakuna matata, mate,
no fuckin' worries
Horrorshow 
