Prologue

[Intro]
Shit
Chronic Frenzy, Helix
You know what we're about

[Verse 1]
This is my initiation, when established people come to a realisation
That the game needs a change, a substitution from the fame
Tamed like a lion but this ain't no circus, civilised like well paid workers
But still got pressure on me, yet to reach the surface
But when I do ill embrace it, maybe even surf it
(La, La, La, La, La, La, La)
Cultured by Australia, learning new tricks you can call me Anastasia
You know I'm a skater
Fresh leaf, we rip up that stash, but still the front foot kick with the back foot catch
Steez to much for ya, putin Aus rap on the map like a volcano erupta
I can hurt you with my mind, don't even need to touch ya
Voodoo like owls they going who-who the fuck is you-oo murderin tracks in a way thats tru-blue
Can't be introduced cause I don't have a name yet
Yeah I'm underrated, but I'm still creative, thats an understatement
Whether or not you bought this defines whether or not I'm getting paid yet
(La, La, La, La, La, La, La)

[Verse 2]
Let me show you how we live life, now how we reach new heights
Only one principal if you're gonna do something, do it right
Night creatures, the flight teaches us how to survive off one bite
Not quite vampires, but we still feed on jealousy of our fiends
Whoever said living life is free, good vibes, high times, 100 up-tight rhyme a-nides
Sitting, wondering what its like as a glowfly
And I think how much I would love it, lighting peoples world up only to plummet
But I'm not even at my best yet, far from it, so far I can see the summit
But at my peak I will be like Everest, Ill stand well over the rest
Watch them try stop me like little pests
Well guess what? I'm spitting bug spray
But I know one day, one of you will try steal the light from me like Kanye

[Verse 3]
You know I dont rate my shit, I paved my shit
Favoured kicks that bitches have licked
It lets me think that I made it quick
Exporting my shit, talk about rap game invaders
The trick is to do what you love and if I waste it
Love what you do, because at the end of the day
You want dreams to come true, and funk brews drink love tunes
Funk blues is a genre and still faiths recruits say want some weed wantchya?
I did this on my own accord, not for money I can afford, what I need
But I can't afford rap to plea, out every season, we see sprouts and new hope
Like Luke in his baggy clothes, armed like a Jedi
I returned and rose to the occasion, still racing
It gets tight just tryna alive, it feels amazing
Money is overrated
You see positivity in people over publicity and still fools think that we ain't cool we ain't stomping the negativity [dunno yet]
Now get off your ass and enjoy life, get up onto your feet
And when you feel it, bump along to the beat..