Dead Centre

[Verse 1: Omar Musa]
They call me oversensitive and overzealous
They're like a broken record, bro, they just don't know the pressures
With it, I'm rapping again, vivid, with the passion and venom
ASIO is snapping their lens, shit, I must be photogenic
Cos every rap's an open letter, I'm too fly
The broken-hearted albatross with golden feathers
I got the people cheering for me from the rooftops
I'm like Dr. J playing in his tube socks
For the kids stashing cash in a shoebox
Yehhh, we harmonise our pain like a doo wop

[Pre-Hook: Omar Musa]
Who's got the vendetta? Not a trendsetting outsider
In the years to come you'll know that I was dead centre

[Hook: Omar Musa]
I'm dead centre, I’m dead centre
A lone figure standing in the midst of bad weather
I'm dead centre, I’m dead centre
What a strange life mixing up the pain and pleasure

[Post-Hook: Omar Musa]
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Fuck your privilege

[Verse 2: Omar Musa]
When I handle mine, the camera's eyes are open
When the banner flies, I walk alone like samurai or ronin
I swing a katana, vandalise, opponents know I’m bringing the harm
I know I might be dead when they choose to canonise my poems
'Cause it's hectic how the white men get elected
But the brown boys get arrested and the pipe dreams they get septic
And it mean they get reckless, and it might mean you get breathless
And it might mean that the high beams on the crime scene before breakfast
Living it up and not giving a fuck and they’re living amuck and they're spilling a cup
And they’re hitting you up with the grill of a truck and they're set to erupt, better listen to us
Listen to us 'cause we mean what we say, and we say what we live and we live every day
Where there's gentrification and urban decay and the people will pray for a positive change
But they ain't seen it, so they just dream it
And it ain’t scenic: get the weight up off your chest
Like a bench presser, dead set I know they call us
Outsiders, but in years to come, they’ll know we’re dead centre

[Hook: Omar Musa]
I’m dead center
I’m dead center
I’m dead center

[Post-Hook: Omar Musa]
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Fuck your privilege

[Breakdown: Omar Musa]
You wanna get me, then take me down
There's vacant lots, there's sacred ground
You wanna get me, then take me down
There's vacant lots, there's sacred ground
You think you're king then take the crown
Tyrannosaurus Rex: I shake the ground

[Hook: Omar Musa]
I'm dead centre, I’m dead centre
A lone figure standing in the midst of bad weather
I'm dead centre, I’m dead centre
What a strange life mixing up the pain and pleasure