Black Cap Rap - Illy, Pegz

*gunshot*

«Now let me tell you—

What it’s all about»

«Baby, you better work it out»

«Now let me tell you—

What it’s all about»

«Nah, y’all hear me»

Yeah

Step in the gridlock blastin' Aussie hip-hop

I’d rather listen to Hilltop’s than Kid Rock

Watch Chris Pop?

I’d rather sit on my arse

Swiggin' a Draught in Windsor Park laughin' at Tin Dog

Ain’t ill, next to who?

I’m yet to met the dude

They go an extra mile, I go an extra few

Since in utero the flow super soak

Pistol Pete meet Bazooka Joe, I’m Rufio

To the pack, locked in a lab, my studio tan

Got my face white as Kabuki’s with a nose full of brat

Heard the meek inherit the Earth, but for what it’s worth

I’ma strong-arm this shit till I’m six foot in dirt

With raised middle fingers, big game winners

Burn City born, bred, goin' nowhere in a

Hurry motherfucker, Illy Al Murray motherfucker

Obese, Crooked Eye in this bitch, like what

Black cap, hoodie on my back

Obese on the track, we got it like that

And I’m ready for war, my words are my weaponry

Step to me («hear me»)

Black cap, hoodie on my back

Obese on the track, we got it like that

And I’m ready for war, my words are my weaponry

Step to me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You’re cold chillin', we’re cryogenically frozen

Waitin' till your motherfuckin' mind’s ready to open

Pegz and Illy, the biochemistry’s woven

Hypothetically killin' the rhymes of any opponent

You know I worked from the bottom up

And turned my life round from the start I got

From emergin' to Burn philosopher

With verses strong enough for virgin polymer

I dropped science in theology class

Like, «How long will the motherfuckin' novelty last

Before knowledge is born, autonomy scars?»

The new jack give 'em polygraphs, wobbly arms

Comin' off like another self-righteous zealot

Never worked a day, singin' «fight the power»

Gettin' paid in records to paid by the hour

Now I write the cheques to sign the talent, come on!

Black cap, hoodie on my back

Obese on the track, we got it like that

And I’m ready for war, my words are my weaponry

Step to me («hear me»)

Black cap, hoodie on my back

Obese on the track, we got it like that

And I’m ready for war, my words are my weaponry

Step to me

«What's goin'-what's goin'

What’s goin' down around town, what?»

«hear me»

«What's goin' down around town, what?»

«What?-what?-what?-what?-what?»

Black cap, hoodie on my back

Obese on the track, we got it like that

And I’m ready for war, my words are my weaponry

Step to me («hear me»)

Black cap, hoodie on my back

Obese on the track, we got it like that

And I’m ready for war, my words are my weaponry

Step to me