I Don’t Think So

[Sample]
I am in this room
I have the feeling of being everywhere
I move a billion miles with a club
Yet I am gone [?]
I am [?]

[Verse 1: Hons]
It's like "no way José", I listened to your tape
And I could write every verse to your album on my smoke break
Must be a joke mate, you forgot the punchline
Listen to it twice, I think you forgot the punchlines
Like "lyrical spiritual physical miracle
Spherical pinacle biblical ritual criminal"
Fuck that, I shoot myself in the face
Before a verse like that hit the shelf on a tape
[?] that longevity [?] you forgot the basics
The melody's great but man, you forgot to say shit
You takin' this to this
You paranoid that the music that you're making is shit
Now it ain't my fault that you're down yourself
'Bout that pop-star dream, bein' showered in wealth
That ain't ever gonna happen long as you're still rappin'
Get the fuck out my face, grab your bag and start packin'

[Hook 1: Hons]
Man, I come from a place where all of my mates
Have a master's degree in a theory of face
Tell 'em no "Tell 'em no"
"Tell 'em no" I don't think so

[Verse 2: Mortar]
It's like "no way José", those days that you make
A pay is like me and an Xbox, no play
No game, this is straight up real talk
You're fake like the moon landin's doin' that Neil walk
So pose for the cameras
Pose in my sniper scope, hope what I wrote's slammin' ya
Back into the left like Dallas, Texas
[?] squeezin' at the [?]
High calibre mindset
Three-dimensional high definition mic check
Yep, I'll be one-two spittin'
Encoded messages of death detected in my writtens
Testin' me? I'm thinking "best not"
Your funeral, I'm thinking guest spot
First, I'll be the head dirt digger
Kick you in the earth and roll off on a hurst in my trunk

[Hook 2: Mortar]
I come from a place in the paranoid state
And they wanna make you believe that everything's great
I tell 'em no "Tell 'em no" You gotta tell 'em no
"Tell 'em no" I don't think so

[Sample]
We still do not know where it came from
Help! Help! Nothing can stop it. [?]

[Verse 3: Headlock]
It's like "no way José", the slow change is no game
Deadlier than propane when Heady get to blow flames
Talkin' straight cocaine chargin' from a G
Freestyle get expensive when you pass it on to me
The paper is a purpose, chasin' it to circus
Claim it for a jerk and I'm takin' it to serve
Blame it on the madness, blame it on the habits
Blame it on the eighteen-inch rims on the carriage
[?] you're still rhymin'
Value of your stock is worth a Porsche full of diamonds
Slaughter of a mind set, thought it and designed it
Don't want to hear any talk about consignment
Headlock ain't gonna get it, pockets full of debit
Rock it in a sess' but if you got a lot of credit
I'm ready to go, said it at the show
But they better get some dough or I'm tellin' 'em...yeah

[Hook 3: Headlock]
I come from a place where the money gets chased
And they wantin' you to wait 'cause they short on the papes
I tell 'em no "Tell 'em no"
"Tell 'em no" I don't think so

[Verse 4: Trials]
It's like "no way José", shit'll be okay
They ran from their fans, found love in their cocaine
Steve got a shock but not bigger than what Bindi got
Trigga got a shock when these rappers turn indie-pop
Mixtapes got our [?]
[?] with tracks, started [?]
No wonder Down Under rap got in a slum
Wack records [?] one drop every month
Funkoars, Clandestien, back on the grill again
Word of a tour got the world on a pill again
Bring 'em here shitface, come forth thickhead
Front row jump when our van [?] phys ed
Need the weed for the world that we livin' in
I call P and Lando's Calrissian
We goin' down in the same boat
Motherfuck sayin' yeah, let me hear you say no

[Hook 4: Trials]
When you come from a state where the green is grey
Cross-borders, they charge you a premium rate
Tell 'em no "Tell 'em no" You gotta tell 'em no
"Tell 'em no" I don't think so

[Verse 5: Sesta]
It's like "no way", okay, where the fuck your manners?
I got to [?] like I'm [?] with the [?]
And it's a bigger prick than Jason Akermanis
And I send an Adam with a mallet and some malice
Bring balance, let 'em have it
Can't help it, forced to have it
Here I go, I'll put the hammer down like [?]
Any rapper out, I rapped around
And got my dancin' off Van Dam kick-boxer
Next stop, the green doctor, what's the deal?
When Trigga get the beat, that shit is never soft
It isn't written on, that shit is written off
You make a livin' off shit that you're spittin'
And I'm not in a position to tell you any different
Yeah, your music is bad
But, nowadays, most music is bad, let's get along

[Hook 5: Sesta]
Man, I come from a place where the churches are great
So I go once a week just to give 'em my wage
Tell 'em no "Tell 'em no"
"Tell 'em no" I don't think so