[Intro] GBT, South side sound, SuAdE on the mic, True blue twisted. [DJ Cut Hook] True blue, twisted, GBT gifted, South side rhythm, Whole crowd lifted. [Verse 1] Drinking traditional Aussie alcohol, Gets me firing like a cannonball, Ready for a party and I’m having a ball, Up on stage acting like a fool for you all. Lines that I rhyme are designed to make time stop, But the clock keeps ticking and it never lets the beat drop, Every second represents the tempo we take in life, I represent the rhythm when I step up on the mic. Brain waves reel when the rhythm starts pulsing, Lyrics convulse and the whole room’s jolting, Can’t control the impulse inside of me, Before I step to the plate, Jake B morphs to SuAdE from GBT. Using creativity, painting pictures poetically, Flowing with the timing when the music keeps climbing, Linguistically clear with the cut of a diamond, Glistening rhythmically, shining through my mind and— Every time I tell a story with descriptive rhyming, SuAdE styles switch within the beat timing, Finding a flow that’s sharp, clear, and slippery, More intellect than an Oxford rhyme dictionary. [Chorus] Raise your glass, raise your hands, South of Adelaide, we take our stance, True blue twisted, loose with the rhythm, Gifted But Twisted, now bounce with the system. True blue, true blue, let the bassline move, GBT got that old-school groove, True blue, true blue, let the whole room lift, SuAdE on the mic with a lyrical gift. [Verse 2] I’m Australian, now what the hell does that mean? South of Adelaide, we passed time smoking green, High-grade quality, heavy quantity, Local pub scenery, pale ale economy. Drinking till the sunrise bright and clearly seen, Whole crew laughing like a loose machine, Politics on the telly looking polished and mean, Same old circus with a brand-new screen. No transport? Catch a kangaroo, Caught one from Kakadu to Uluru, Met a wild dingo at a backyard barbecue, Downed a couple brews and got confused. Ended up arguing with two emus, True blue attitudes, no rules to lose, Koalas get stoned while the kookas laugh at you, Morning alarm screaming cockatoo. Life in Australia, laid-back and lazy, Strangers are mates and the parties get crazy, Dust on the boots and the sky turns hazy, Sunburnt souls but the rhythm still raised me. [DJ Cut Hook] True blue, twisted, GBT gifted, Adelaide rhythm, Whole crowd lifted. [Verse 3] It’s the mystical lyricist, lyrical activist, Magical linguist, spiritual catalyst, SuAdE takes hold of your brain like a hypnotist, Twists your reality, rhythm anaesthetist. Teach and preach like a beat-box biblicist, Intelligence mixed with the sense of a physicist, Burner beatbox percussionist, Styles off the dial, they call it the trippiest. Agile reflex like motocross specialists, Leave you dreaming inside rhyme sarcophagus, Wanna battle this? Come test the manuscript, Honest, I exist to assist with the exorcist. Pain-making perfectionist, pressure specialist, Inconspicuous but still the scariest, Dwelling in shadows like a demonologist, Invading your mind as a lyrical psychologist. I know your moves before they’re made, I know the groove before it’s played, GBT doesn’t fade away, We came to entertain and stay. [Chorus] Raise your glass, raise your hands, South of Adelaide, we take our stance, True blue twisted, loose with the rhythm, Gifted But Twisted, now bounce with the system. True blue, true blue, let the bassline move, GBT got that old-school groove, True blue, true blue, let the whole room lift, SuAdE on the mic with a lyrical gift. [Outro] True blue, twisted, GBT gifted, South side rhythm, Whole crowd lifted. SuAdE’s the name, Never claimed to be sane, Gifted But Twisted, Still in the game.
