Hard Yards

[Intro]
I started writing a bomb, destroy all lines
And that's what I'm doin'
How long you think you'll do it?
Till I'm finished
Yeah, yeah
Amazing Maze on the beat
This is going out to all the writers
Puttin' in them hard yards (And getcha cans up)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Ballied up, man, bolt cutters strapped
Old black Max's, case jacks have me runnin' tracks (Fuckin' [?])
A dozen 'laks in the stash, see the job through
And opposition crews know who this yard belong to
We on cue, the secco left his post near
[?] text from the lookout says "The coast clear"
It's no fear, just rushin' as the holes cut
I'm buzzin' like I'm bustin' through bank doors in a hold up
The smell of steel is real in the yard tucked
Between two cars under stars, startin' to mark up
And barred up at the thought of the finished works
Perched on the Flinders Street bridge in the city first
Thing in the morn, eyes drawn to the carros
Four fade-filled, ill burners door-to-door with arrows
I'm trawlin' my pockets, stained with ink blots
For fat caps and pink dots I copped at This Is It off
My man, Dom, so far, this shit's gone to plan
Till I'm sittin' home with flicks, though, I ain't sing a song and dance
Ansells on my hands, stickin' a finger at the law (Fuck you all)
We bombin' the system for the risk and reward, yeah

[Chorus]
Fuck the buff and the transits too
Where my vandal crews? Bandanas up, skew the camera views
Hittin' them yards hard with stained hands
"Fully equipped with the mic and the spray can" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck the buff and the transits too
Where my vandal crews? Bandanas up, skew the camera views
Hittin' them yards hard with stained hands
"Fully equipped with the mic and the spray can" (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
And now into the mission, it still seems safe enough
Addin' doodads and bits "Yeah, now it's shapin' up"
Yeah, we takin' up this car, from T to B and end to end
Next Kings Way book, this shit'll be the centre spread
A step ahead of the law as the call came
Cop cars crawlin' past, leapt from the door frame
We crept to the tree line, out the high beams shine
Fiendin' to finish off my cut backs and key lines
Quick flash as the pigs lash, we back at work
Slap on a final as quick as these Ironlaks will squirt
Aspen White for the highlights, ice the cake
Braggin' rights is the pride of place prize at stake
Despite late nights, cop chases, raids, fihgts
Kids gettin' their sketch tight, fuck gettin' their grades right
If you ain't done it, you won't understand
Fuck a dancefloor, track rocks is where we did the runnin' man
I grab a snap and elapse with the lastin' proof
Of this masterpiece in all its glory, on some Martha Cooper
Crack a brew, spark a scoob
And raise a glass for them all city kings of the past and future

[Chorus]
Fuck the buff and the transits too
Where my vandal crews? Bandanas up, skew the camera views
Hittin' them yards hard with stained hands
"Fully equipped with the mic and the spray can" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck the buff and the transits too
Where my vandal crews? Bandanas up, skew the camera views
Hittin' them yards hard with stained hands
"Fully equipped with the mic and the spray can" (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
Colour, designs, style, technical [?]
(Just get loose) Get loose
Cartoons, everything
And when they see you got a vicious style, they be wantin' [?]
"Fully equipped with the mic" ("Maze")
"Fully equipped with the mic and the spray" ("Maze")
"Fully equipped with the mic and the" ("Maze")
"Fully equipped with the mic and the spray can" ("Maze")
"Maze"
"Fully equipped with the mic and the" ("Maze")
"Fully equipped with the mic and the spray can"