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walkabout (remix) - lyrical commission lyrics

[trem]
going walkabout yeah
i slay rappers like g-y bashers b-tch -ss
[?]common wax and fitsies[?] in commission flap lift shafts
swigging hip flasks and casks in the pinesford stand
with my mate brad strut we straight up bomber’s fans
down on the sands of st kilda beach sneaking a peek
and freaks greased up with reef oil and sunbleached hair
without a care baring their t-tties
i got the fridgey box stocked with two dozen melbourne big mouth tinnies
and six jimmy and c0kes to quench the blokes thirst and first to burst into
the bar and last to leave at curtains sun’s falling pub crawling drunk brawling
come morning i’m hung sprawled on someone’s floor and
i’ll never get that p-ssed again i swear to god
the hair of the dog’s the only cure
so where’s the grog shop i need to stop off for a tinny or two
i roll with p-ss heads we rip your disco biccie [?]crews in two[?] it’s true
i come to grips with the mic and strike it like the (beleft?)
leaving the scene of emcees beaten and bleeding to death
from the effects of my k!lling spree now why these chicken feet emcees are in some [cops?]
spitting didn’t freeze them off
feeling strippers gs sipping scotch and ice
you couldn’t make the cut with pocket knives
this sh-t’s a box and dice
rock a mic coz the nights with the l commish
tell your b-tch to douche don’t want no groupies that smell of fish

[lil angry man]
open up your knuckles when i whisper in your sh-ll like[?]
???????
you were for words that filled with insight[?]
that’s right so sit tight pull up a chair and park your -rs-[?]
brad strut and lil angry taking orders at the bar[?]
????????
that verbal diarrhea is spreading fear like enema[?]
start ya from a far down onto it the sun is blazing up[?]
not in london cool like arbor they been raining cats and dogs[?]
sorry let’s ditch the dirt and early salad dodgers[?]
not even copper stoppers when we blast from 30 rotters[?]
and if you want it proper ask the price from happy shopper[?]
i can smell a special offer stinking up like doorway dossers[?]
cause it’s fine to live like kings on student salaries[?]
eating bread with different sets of nuts but same family[?]
lil angry not when it all comes down to nerves[?]
puffed up pigeon chest to test the persevere like pulling birds[?]
should’ve heard the way she spoke to me[?]
“well you’re now all painted sweetheart, wouldn’t want your meat and two veg if i was starving”[?]
i beg your pardon darling need to put a leash on all that jargon[?]
you got a face like frankie carson if you were more sat in the garden[?]
????? the last bell sounding eye gouging furrow browed growling[?]
make them squeel like kitten’s drowning plus it’s nice to see[?]
and to see you nice brad rough them up like robbie players[?]
strip blaze our scheme with the mics[?]

[brad strut]
oi sh-tful features i know my kind of speeches
peaches and cream i’m up in cobram on the beach
with a beatbox bottle of beams hands two feet
socks shoes and a pile of spew 40 degrees hot
so what’s new the pot’s fumes make it a weed spot
gallahs driving in cars far from the trees top
but who the police stop i will never cease hop hipping over rhythms
i’ll spit and the kids a [?]knee grot[?] ease off don’t know how to
i’m around like sleaze on sydney streets and so glad that i bl–dy found you
coz it’s a hard call but that’s the way the cards fall on the graffiti art wall
[?]brad attack[?] f-ck y’all just a bunch of sissies at a function
full of p-ssy puny minded blinded shmucks sucking on ciggies
ducking when dizzies a dumb move [?]in one groove i run through the brilliant
[?]badge and taking tongues tuned tightly[?]
with this mic we walk many kilometres nightly while ya talk about ya shiesty[?]
[?]naught equalling your swords feebling and poor fantasy and raws randomly[?]
and caught candidly on camera
i haven’t the stamina to be mad at ya mate
i take it out on the track and put you back down in your place
and that’s great from b-ss straight i’m known to smash breaks with poems and walkabouts where i’m going

- lyrical commission lyrics

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