Hyper than the little kid on ginseng

Bring... bring... bringing the heat





Now I'm a rock to my soap box like Marley did

Float like words of peace off a Ghandi's lips

Skate board lyricism pulling narley flips

My whole life has been one long party trick

But now I gotta talk about a bigger part of this

The part of a rappers heart where the darkness is

The narcissist inside the artist

It's time to find out what the fear of an artist is

Starting with the business - the hardest bit

Who you gonna trust when your units start to shift

How you gonna think straight if you spark a spliff

Knowing every A and R wants an arse to kiss

Yo there's no clear answer they'll ask you if

You can record a hit so big it's hard to miss

Rumour mills turn truth into the darkest mist

Blinded by the question "should I be apart of this? "





They'll have you bugging out

You'll feel like running now

And all the people and the pressure have you bugging out

Do the Corruption Bounce

When we be bugging out

From the pressure and the stress you're bugging out





The second issue is the lifestyle that's wearing me down

It puts pressure on you're neck when you wearing a crown

Elefants built the scene up, not tearing it down

Any weed up on the tour bus we share it around

I'm on the Aussie Batla breakfast, hare of the hound

Dogs bollocks in your wallets, money's rarely around

Tongue can't hear excuses just spare me the sound

Spare some change for the street urchant that's staring you down

You better up-size your party hat when we're in you're town

And I ain't leaving 'til I see my CD there in ya house

My heads high off my shoulders and buried in clouds

I know my people when I see them, you're there in the crowd

Still I rap rookie breaker

Freestyle hash-cookie baker

Call me the inner-space invader

Who treats any fan like a neighbour

And sleeps til it's dark in a park on some bugged out behaviour













Man that's my life

Any man has his price

Try'na stay sane while going mad on these mics

Damn is it like this for ya whole career

Who'se dropped, what's flopped, what's gold this year

What time is it here, I'm try'na focus

But keep bugging out worse than flys and locusts

The heat and the pressure both try'na choke us

So the fact I'm alive should inspire the hopeless

Corruption bounces of protest

Cause bouncing be no less than agony throughout this whole process

If you playing blame games it'll cost ya

Thought hip hop would be laid back but it's corrected my posture

And I'm a never be the same

So pump up the volume and take a little pleasure in my pain