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[Intro: Kerser & (Sabotage)
Ay, ay, I'm on this train, Kerser, where do I get off?
(Get off at [?])
You gonna be at the station or what?
(I'm at the [?] shop, man)
Oh, what the fuck you doing there?
(And me mate's got a hocke bracelet)
Oh fuck, send your mate to meet us man, fuck
(Oh yeah, I'll send him now)
Fuck, cops are searching everyone on this train
(Yeah, don't give any change out to them cunts, man)
Hahaha
I take your funds back, I'm hunting for a hunch stack
You and your boys be walking off your head down like a hunchback
I gotta run lad, no time for all the chit chat
We skip that, I come from Sydney, not mean where the bridge at
I'm where the streets meet, you knew it, there's no faking man
Where cunts are probably scoring drugs
But you think they're just shaking hands
You fucking back pedal, why you gotta act settled?
Damn, I think that liquor got you lippy but your facts never
Agree with what you talking like you in some
We hold you up for ransom till you're giving up your credit card
'Member growing up, we lie about where we was from
'Cause we leave here then we go there
And people treat us like it's wrong
Why I talk the street shit? 'Cause I'm from the street, shit
Thought they would have worked it out, I'm different like a remix
You need to call it quits and hail what's in front of ya
The man, the sickest spitters, hitting bitches in the jugular
If you walked in these shoes, till you seen what I've seen
I think it's fairly safe to say that you ain't built like me
Hear the screams in the night 'cause the streets are alive
With the sound of the fiends, hear the bite for the pipe
It's like, every time I take a step to where I need to go
They call me back, you see these streets, they won't let me go
Every time I take a step to where I need to be
They drag me back to the same fucking scenery
The neighbours don't ask us for favours, they've hated us
Since the day we moved across the block
Same day them coppers raided it
Teachers keep explaining the place that I live
I ain't giving a fuck, you ridiculous cunts
Ain't got my money then I ain't ticking you off
One more step and I'm lifting you up, off the ground like a hovercraft
Two more fiends arrived on the scene, some TV's out a shopping cart
I had to stop and laugh
I see 'em everyday, they tried the pipe and never slept again
Their brain was never the same
Another hit and she's revving again, miss whatever her name is
Miss the sucker, strangers dick while
He gives her a hit and makes her famous
The labour of love is brainless
We entertain ourselves with dangerous drugs
That make us feel like we've made it
'Cause famous people take 'em as well
The arrangers making 'em sell
Now we got a whole generation that's raising hell
Personally I blame Corby, she saw me pack her bags
Accidentally put it by a boogie board, that's a drag
If you walked in these shoes, till you seen what I've seen
I think it's fairly safe to say that you ain't built like me
Hear the screams in the night 'cause the streets are alive
With the sound of the fiends, hear the bite for the pipe
It's like, every time I take a step to where I need to go
They call me back, you see these streets, they won't let me go
Every time I take a step to where I need to be
They drag me back to the same fucking scenery
Back to the scenery, you knowing what this means to me
I mean I don't know nothing but the street, it's what it seems to be
You know the deal, the paranoia's fucking with my mind
I tap on my back fence and I get edgy, hunting for the knives
The streets to blame but so's the drugs, so who am I to say
I'm probably better off to board a plane and hide away
I'll try today but that's a lie 'cause I ain't ever leave
I'ma stay here till they put me in the cemetery
I know the local dealers, local dealers know me too
Like fuck 'em, whoop-dee-doo, think we don't owe them some loot?
You talk to coppers, talk to coppers, then it's not an option
For us to be mates, I don't trust you so we got a problem
Gotta stop and drop and do whatever, man, it's done
I got the answer, son, what you gonna stand or run?
I'm back where I belong and on a mission once again
Mission to be killing all you rappers, yeah, you cunts are dead
If you walked in these shoes, till you seen what I've seen
I think it's fairly safe to say that you ain't built like me
Hear the screams in the night 'cause the streets are alive
With the sound of the fiends, hear the bite for the pipe
It's like, every time I take a step to where I need to go
They call me back, you see these streets, they won't let me go
Every time I take a step to where I need to be
They drag me back to the same fucking scenery