Fatty cells expand when we take the mic in hand 
check out the land on which we dwell with the rhyme 
unplanned 
now central coastin' not like central heating 
mc's minds meating like the lake meets the sea at 
swansea 
on solid rock yes you know we dont stop 
til we got everyone of you poppin like bottle tops 
like a stubby on the verandah nothing we planned'a 
just spontaneous banter when we take the chance to 
entice you to do this nice to whatever vice you choose 
i think we prove you got nothing to lose 
by following us - in my tongue i trust 
to get done what we must swirls of reddust behind me 
so hard to find it so why try getting high 
wide open skies and country side 
just gimme some beats and rhymes and room to thrive and 
i swear that ill always come live and direct 
inspect the jam from every angle that you can and 
you might interpret the master plan 
but if you dont ill still be rockin the boat 
chillin wit trakswet and tofu lake side 
to promote this new view - anybody there? 

hey did you see that..... 
flying scallop 

CHORUS: 
Like a $3.40 bag of fresh hiphop 
from your local fish and chip shop 
AH Scallops! With Dollops of flavour on top, 
When we do what we do we give heads the bops 
.....x4 

torches reflect water scorching sun ordinary laws 
bored people run off the day dont stay 
so they packed up stacked up equipment set up 
the way to play at lake placid snake acid recapping 
groove grabbing thought skanking travelled on trains 
buses pains mail lines trusted train departing 
we rushed it discussed it lack of preparation 
separation 
from city scenes littered streets reversed beets 
immersed in the heat of the batlas teknique 
wants and needs verbal speed darkness feeds 
and bites and beats through the night that are sliced 
with a knife 
ripe with the rhymes that run thru my life 
with stacks and piles of pancakes and pears 
for goodness sake im aware when we wake 
opportunitys we take to break and break 
and frantically tickle me its rushing all over me 

CHORUS 

clip art cobras.... descending on wyee station 
not of the rave persuasion we are our own rave 
trakswet tofu and i disembark in strange days 
swarms of Christmas beetles you have to get through or 
shoo away 
Quick a select few knew what to do 
and chose or choose to flight or flew to coastal aboads 
for tunes of new 
no seeds be sown 
its all be blown in breezes reflective foils 
sonic releases and eases me 
essential, like sunscreen, spf 15 slip slop slap on 
this track 
when you wanna feel like summer laid back 
song gets stronger, mcs go longer 
when folks in live shows nod along to their flows 

balcony is excellent 
thanks very much 

CHORUS x 8