That boom box in the backyard goes
That boom box in the backyard goes
Heeeeeeeeeyeaaaaaaaaaaaaah
That boom box in the backyard goes!
Heeeeeeeeeeyeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
It seems that the dreams for the children on the block
Has gone from love, to a thug, with a million dollar watch
You see I'm talkin bout the jungle, the outback
That c*nt that will always bounce back, with a witty dominion
Ill flow like this and I still don't like pigs
So don't even think to sleep on me cause I'm a dodgy mattress
I'm a flying f*ck of Axis
Vampire killin' with stakes in me holsters!
Shootin' em down rippin' the faces off vultures!
So ratatata Big Macka is back and I'm loadin of the dip
Are you still with us or what
For the state of Australian hip-hop
There's blood and there's good comin' out of the speakers
There's wire in my veins and it's right off the meter
With a fist in the sky I'm a fly like an eagle
I'm plugged in the sound is connected
Rise up the crowd is electric
A place with Zen good nature
It's fun when I'm out and about
And I'm bouncin' around in summers naked sun
Naturally high when I breathe in the trees
And I run full steam through mother natures lungs
The rhythm like Izm my man on the decks
Let's proclaim ourselves free and make a principality
Head out the window the air sings
Howlin' tearing through hair pins
It's the crazy rap vocalist
Monster truck maniac motorist
Power up, lock into the socket
Pull a Johnny rocket out my pocket
I write these sonnets with a spice of comics
I pick up the pieces like I was a hunter-gatherer
Inspired by life our people live deep and suffer the punter barrier
There's blood and there's good comin' out of the speakers
There's wire in my veins and it's right off the meter
With a fist in the sky I'm a fly like an eagle
In the search for fame everyone wanna be bigger than Kurt Cobain
After he burst his brain and left his curtain stained
I think it's bad for them to stare at the sun
Save my soul with a pair and a gun
You can find me on tour nightly
I'll be lightin' up a stick like Hermione who
Excuse me miss if I ransack your handbag
Flow's so heavy they damp track these tampax.
I'm so good I spell M.o.M with an "X" and a zillion F's and it's still correct
Trippin' in a theme park with a ski mask
This house is where the wild things are!
Playin' with fire elude the darkness
With shootin stars at a moving target
On a highway to hell with a stronger engine
Grow the f*ck up like crops in Nimbin
Big league now gotta move a little tougher
Take to the plate with a Louisville Slugger
Gettin' drunk with angels
keep the blood pumpin' like jumper cables
Mind Over Matter in the building!
BNE and MoM knockin it out the park!
Why don't you think outside the box like a new born baby!
There's blood and there's good comin' out of the speakers
There's wire in my veins and it's right off the meter
With a fist in the sky I'm a fly like an eagle