Real2nite

Y'all know how I do, the underground crusader
The Carnival marvel, the Dark Side's saviour
My dark arts takin' hearts far from haters
And takin' they breath like Darth Vader
I know it's hard for ya to swallow it
You ain't, used to the DSP, nah just hollow spit
From out the jaws of these bogan rappers
Stereotypical wankers
With the 420, with the six-packs
With the all-nighters; I'm bringin' some meaning back
And ain't utilising acid rap
I spit lava to burn these vermin on both sides of the track
If you ain't down, you ain't in my crew
If you ain't in my crew then fuck you
And yeah, I know that was way too easy
But simply put, yo, aggression pleases me
So get behind something real
And grab a hold of the mic like it's your last meal
And no matter what it is if ya rippin' it with conviction
They'll believe it, just look at the Ill Fiction
Hook, line & sinker they bite so make what ya say true
And they'll believe you, but where's the substance?
No wonder the kids are so fucking stupid these days
Get me radio play so I can educate; get 'em when they're young
Get 'em when they're ripe as they ain't just playing dumb
It's a cold sad state of affairs but yeah, the truth is out there
So do your part if you care for the art or for the future
I got a gift; ain't wasting it away no I can slay or move ya
And either one is fine with me
So, get in my path or get beside the DSP
And raise a fist