Welcome

Verse One

The Jason Williams of rap, white chocolate
Style obvious you rappers are not up on it kid
Microscopic fine lens find your rhyme pattern
Dimes on white satin nights for the fly tapping

Doing the doo-wop yo we not dabbing
From Adelaide to Copenhagen where the drama matters
Main attraction shutting down your balderdash
Holding folds of cash for the tracks on wax of which I’m making classic

Dad said make it happen, Mum is proud as punch
Her youngest Son is doing what he wants, whatup
In Cal-I-Fornia for many months
Til I’m courtside with Nicholson twisting blunts

Cut the cigar; skip the lunch, fish to fry so we fix em up
Never kiss and give em back Rex Hunt
Got a rash up on your lip, phoney rappers ain’t legit
Try to spit around here get thrown in to the ditch

Chorus
Your Welcome x 5
God Help them, he can’t help them, your welcome

Verse Two

You welcome, God help them, first name Nelson
Rolling L’s Adelaide to Melbourne
Weldon Irvine records line my shelving
Seldom get a helping hand around a melding pot of felons

Eloquent no telling where your money went
Covenant colour Celtic in origin
Corrupted, cup runneth over your budget
Blunted on reality, while you still mulling

Cover casual, try to play my organ
Then you dealing with my heart and that’s a raw story
Worn it on my sleeve shoulda warned me
My family from Western Victoria, Portland more importantly

According to me there ain’t no rivalry
Trying to live in a society that keep their eye on me
Maybe I can inspire my niece and nephew
Tell them what the best do; let them do their thing so they can be successful

Chorus
Your Welcome x 5
God Help them, he can’t help them, your welcome