Shaken Not Stirred

[Intro: Rare]
Yeah, BBS

[Verse 1: Rare]
I'm stealthy and [?] all at the same time
Evasive and calm, the baller I spray lines
Head off with your lame rhymes and movin' like the wind chimes
Can get away from lynch mobs
Our binge King Kong, suit, jacket and tie
And polish them shoes right, pinstriped
Like "check out these guys" shit's tight and you wanna be fly
You're passin' out while I'm up at sky high
Sweatin' on my bars like a prison in Longbock
It's word a mouth misses like it's printed on my Johncock
It's fitting that my song rocks, a pity that your song sucks
Shit's bling like you're living in the Gold Rush
So fush, but I'm cold to the touch
[?] much with my hand on my crotch
You know the name brother, BBS or bust
Trust in us, we're leavin' other rappers crushed

[Chorus]
Yeah, they don't want us to be fresh
They want us to see death but, guess what? BBS
"You don't know
You better ask somebody"

[Verse 2: Yorgs]
BBS twenty-twelve, [?] on a track
Never [?] by the back that it's [?] on the back
So, whether Melbourne or Ballarat, we'll be rhymin' to the heavens
Gettin' signed, ain't a cent with those diamonds and the denim
The time's set seven, wait no, it says eleven
Wait no, it's our time to shine and get up and
Finally set up that crew to rely on
And make a smooth choose that you dudes get high on
Buy Aussie, buy Oz, it's new music's opposite
We're gonna add some class like a five-six composite
Gonna stomp on shit till there's nothing to stomp it with
Gonna have it locked in rock till we're rappin' soft [?]
Probably make a fuckin' mock of it, that's proper [?] son
The game's like [?] Bond's golden gun
And we've been on the run and now we're back to annoy
[?] bosses employed, we are man, you are boy
Roy

[Chorus]
They don't want us to be fresh
They want us to see death but, guess what? BBS
"You don't know
You better ask somebody"

[Verse 3: J. Stark]
Style, suit, jacket and loose tie
We're right on the mic, the vice grippin' the booze tight
Spillin' a drop nut, olive in a pot glass
Please, we're Martini fresh, what it shook like
If it ain't done proper, we gettin' out of here
Shout the beer or grab the car [?]
No time for Peter Jackson over flannelette
No lenses in your glasses and you're losin' my respect
Talkin' 'bout the finer things like who you're gonna check
BBS, if you've ever met us, consider yourself blessed
And the rest can fuck off and lie down
Pipe down, I get smashed up and piped out
Cake bosses, you take losses, we make lots of
Cash [?] in Laos (what?)
Laos, nah, I've bought the title, change the name now
To make it easy for my offshore bank account
Rich

[Chorus]
They don't want us to be fresh
They want us to see death but, guess what? BBS
"You don't know
You better ask somebody"