VERSE ONE

They thought I lost it, but I dropped it, with the Houdini
The revisit had peeps tripping like blue meanies
I move free with no strings and no puppeteers
Low key with no beef but won’t run from fear
Been non revered but I’m still here what ever happens
I’ve been inactive but impassioned irrespect of fashion
But Dia’s back like a chiropractor to get it cracking
Buying land not designer brands or leather jackets
Chequered flanny’s with the popped colour, Don data
Rock wilder grip, tear the top off a cock blocker
Your judgments will get hushed given the gob stopper
Non are saving the future like you were John Connor
Most men will give their bids to the top dollar
Close friends drift and split like they’re Gondwanna
My job offers not box office or shock horror
From Botswana to Coffs Harbour I’ve clocked honours

CHORUS

Seen a whole lot of change come flooding my way
But I stay in the ring till the next round
When the world turns grey and the colours all fade
I just keep to myself with my head down

Arse up hard work-Keep my head down
They can yell they can scream- Keep my head down
Sun scorching winter breeze freezing all four seasons
D keep his head down

VERSE TWO


So I just spit fire, ball point that will ignite
While kids hide peripherally for voyeuristic insight
I keep lips tied but boil on the inside
While snakes reap the spoils with the loyalty of 6ix 9ine
I just practice skill, that can pack the bill
Raps that kill a beat on Boom Bap Trap or Drill
These Daffodils had their fill thinking that they’re ill
They’re at the hill and ‘bout to move like Jack and Jill
I’m at the peak though, been so till date
Watch the scene go, from Premo, to Migos and Drake
Yo sonically it’s changed, but the ego’s the same
Most will deep throat the bone just to bring dough or fame
I’ve been comatose in a sleep grown estranged
Cause the D been AWOL still the Kings know the name
So unify with my vibe son or move aside
Or face the slap like walking into Union Heights

VERSE THREE

Doing the do made moves like a fugitive
Grew in the hills hazed blue from the Ecalyps
Studious with the tools since the rudiments
Your stupidness could step and get schooled like a group of fish
And dudes all flip, cause quality’s abundant
My Polynesian thumb print, that’s on a beating drum kit
The hum drum come and I’m on my feet and run quick
And function in a world that’s chaotically destructive
And trust kid, I once ripped this home grown map
But left the throne, thrown away like it’s a promo track
It’s oh so whack, the bozo’s on photo apps
Lads squatting near their whips when they don’t own that
I used to blow smoke with Joe joe in boho flats
And went stone broke for cash to paying home loans back
They don’t know jack, no fomo just flow those raps
On the Calski beats that smack like po-po bats