Capital P

[Scratches: Wasabi]
"Fuck the game"
"Time to play that ass—
Time to play that ass"
"Fuck the game"
"Time to pull again—pull again"
"Time to play that ass"
"Fuck the game"
"Time to play that ass"
"What"
"Fuck the game"

[Verse 1: Pegz]
Ready, aim, fire, ya crew don't want it
Right hand like a taipan's neurotoxin
Sumo dropping like the euro dollars
We got uno options, keep it Hugo Boss'n
Girls shake that tail like the bureau watchin'
It's a pseudo Robinson Crusoe novel
We're the Muay Thai boxers of human conscious
In a game of death against Bruce and Norris
Pegz back! Gather ya boys, anarchist join weapons
Activate and destroy ya canibinoid receptors
In a brave new world of paranoid perception
I don't wanna believe but you can't avoid the question
Tell me, who kicked our Prime Minister out
And makes billion dollar profits off shit in the ground?
Tell me, who finances political power
Like blood money flowing through Swiss accounts?

[Chorus: Damajah & Pegz]
[?] we like their country
[?] we like their country
Capital P, capital E, capital G
Z, [?]
[?]
[?] we like their country
Give me the capital P to the capital E
To the G to the Z

[Verse 2: Pegz]
Pegz back! From the farthest steps of Nirvana
Studied the seven chakras and zen with the masters
Healing deep scars of a mental stigmata
Doing Mescaline shots with American shaman
Now I'm back with the drama, repping Obama
Taking apart the caste of a secular Dharma
From South London, to the slums of Calcutta
Kids asking "Who's this cunt from Down Under"
Tell Tim Dog ya heard this song on the radio
Fucking with Pegz—"You got a long way to go"
Worldwide spitting rhymes lyrically crazy
I transcend politics and military regimes
I rise from the rumble like the children of Haiti
With a slight misogynist appeal to the ladies
Heads know Pegz flow, I don't fit in the mainstream
I'm a cult leader with a spiritual awakening

[Chorus: Damajah & Pegz]
[?] we like their country
[?] we like their country
Capital P, capital E, capital G
Z, [?]
[?]
[?] we like their country
Give me the capital P to the capital E
To the G to the Z

[Verse 3: Pegz]
We're intellectually free drinks and ecstasy
Giving family first a hysterectomy
It's G.P. Gully Platoon, ya disrespecting me
The cyclones born from a whim of treachery
Who write rhymes like ransom letters?
Fucking with Pegz? You need to take dancing lessons
I'm a man of peace but my hands are weapons
Like Stanmore strength with a stash of records
This is hip-hop gangs of desperate adolescence
Manifesting into a chance of redemption
About to bum rush parliament and tag the benches
Please legalise weed 'cause it's mad expensive

[Chorus: Damajah & Pegz]
[?] we like their country
[?] we like their country
Capital P, capital E, capital G
Z, [?]
[?]
[?] we like their country
Give me the capital P to the capital E
To the G to the Z