[Intro] AHAHAHAHA! Oi, move, move! Make room for genius! [Hook] Who let this lot come stompin’ up, thinkin’ they could take my space? (That’s hysteric!) Got a live little parcel with your panic on the face (Catch it, get it!) You can skid, you can sprint, you can dip, you can pray (Too late, mate!) One misstep and your whole front row gets blown away (HAHAHAHA!) [Post-Hook] Crack the concrete, snap the braces I make art in awful places Madcap mayhem, rapid races Leave a mark on all your faces Crack the concrete, snap the braces I make art in awful places Madcap mayhem, rapid races Leave a mark on all your faces [Verse] Out in the Outback, head full o’ static Thoughts gone funny, hands real manic Scrap in a sack and a backstreet habit Built my bliss from a boom and a bad bit Bent tin grin with a twitch in the cheek Mad all week, never mild, never meek I was knee-deep diggin’ through the wrecked-out bones Found one secret, now the whole world groans Click-clack, wrist snap, let the launcher cough Bank shot, wall pop, hear the top blow off Rich blokes, hit squads, big talk, all chase Still can’t catch me when I pick up pace I bounce that shell with a lovely arc Let it ring off brick in the belly of dark If I’m laughin’ loud, then you’re already cooked I’m three bad choices ahead of where you looked [Pre-Hook] Trap goes shut, now your luck runs dry Mine goes up, now your mates all fly Turn one hall to a kill-box gate Come on then, test your fate [Hook] Who let this lot come stompin’ up, thinkin’ they could take my space? (That’s hysteric!) Got a live little parcel with your panic on the face (Catch it, get it!) You can skid, you can sprint, you can dip, you can pray (Too late, mate!) One misstep and your whole front row gets blown away (HAHAHAHA!) [Verse] I don’t fight fair, I fight funny, fast Half with a plan and the rest full blast Bit o’ wire, bit o’ spite, bit o’ petrol-brain Turn a posh front lobby to a red-hot rain “Pardon me, ma’am,” while I loot your stash Big nice smile while I level the dash I’m all pep, all mess, all nerve, all noise Wrong kinda saint for the wrong kinda boys Me and Hog on a tear, that’s terror squared He goes mute, I go spare, and nobody’s spared You got guards at the vault? Got locks? Cute trick. I’ve got one good leg and a fuse that’s sick I hate gettin’ duped, I hate smug lies So I answer that with a skyline surprise Double-cross me once, now your deal falls through And your office takes the scenic route [Post-Hook] Crack the concrete, snap the braces I make art in awful places Madcap mayhem, rapid races Leave a mark on all your faces Crack the concrete, snap the braces I make art in awful places Madcap mayhem, rapid races Leave a mark on all your faces [Bridge] Bounce-bounce, wait for it, hold, detonate Doorway packed? Oh, this’ll be great Snare one boot and the whole plan jams Then I mine that crowd into scattered scraps Sky-hop, roof-pop, broadside view I can fly better mad than the sane blokes do Tire scream, engine keen, let it rattle your ribs Send it crawlin’ up walls like a devil on skids Left turn, right jerk, fake route, dive Keep the poor little shooters from gettin’ it right Hit the backline first, let the healers learn I’m a one-man lesson in “don’t take turns” [Breakdown] Tick-tick-tick and the tempo splits Quick-quick-quick when the pit trap hits Zip-zap-zing and the mine goes wide BOOM, there goes your safer side Rat-a-tat laugh with a cracked-up grin I don’t knock, I blow right in Bang-bang bounce and the floor caves through Bad news blooms when I come to you If I eat dirt, don’t cheer too quick I still drop six with a nasty kick Even flatlined, I’m a festival, mate That’s devotion to the craft, innit? Great. Fast mouth, rash route, bright mad eyes Gold in my head and a prize that bites I’m the rattle in the vent, I’m the clang in the gate I’m the reason your squad starts checkin’ for plates [Hook] Who let this lot come stompin’ up, thinkin’ they could take my space? (That’s hysteric!) Got a live little parcel with your panic on the face (Catch it, get it!) You can skid, you can sprint, you can dip, you can pray (Too late, mate!) One misstep and your whole front row gets blown away (HAHAHAHA!) [Outro] Crack the concrete, snap the braces I make art in awful places Madcap mayhem, rapid races Leave a mark on all your faces AHAHAHAHA! Now that’s what I call a proper performance!
