I Don't Think So

[Sample]
I am in this room
I have the feeling of being everywhere
I move a billion miles with a club
Yet I am [?]
I am [?]

[Verse 1: Hons]
It's like "no way José", I listened to your tape
And I could write every verse to your album on my smoke break
Must be a joke mate, you forgot the punchline
Listen to it twice, I think you forgot the punchlines
Like lyrical spiritual physical miracle
Spherical pinacle biblical ritual criminal
f*ck that, I shoot myself in the face
Before a verse like that hit the shelf on a tape
[?] that long [?] you forgot the basics
The melody's great but man, you forgot to say sh*t
You takin' this to this
You paranoid that the music that you're making is sh*t
Now it ain't my fault that you're down yourself
'Bout that pop-star dream, bein' showered in wealth
That ain't never gonna happen long as you're still rappin'
Get the f*ck out my face, grab your bag and start packin'

[Hook 1: Hons]
Man, I come from a place where all of my mates
Have a [?] agree in a theory of face
Tell 'em no "Tell 'em no"
"Tell 'em no" I don't think so

[Verse 2: Mortar]
It's like "no way José", those days that you make
A pay's like me and an Xbox, no play
No game, this is straight up real talk
You're fake like the moon landin's doin' that Neil walk
So pose for the cameras
Posin' my [?] hope what I wrote's slammin' ya
Back into the left like Dallas, Texas
[?] squeezin' at the [?]
High calibre mindset
Three-dimensional high definition mic check
Yep, I'll be one-two spittin'
[?]
Testin' me? I'm thinking "best not"
Your funeral, I'm thinking "guess what?"
First, I'll be the head dirt digger
Kick you in the earth and roll off on a [?] my trunk

[Hook 2: Mortar]
I come from a place in the paranoid state
And they wanna make you believe that everything's great
I tell 'em no "Tell 'em no" You gotta tell 'em no
"Tell 'em no" I don't think so

[Sample]
We still do not know where it came from
Help! Help! Nothing can stop it. [?]

[Verse 3: Headlock]
It's like "no way José", the slow change is no game
Deadlier than propane when Heady get to blow flames
Talkin' straight cocaine chargin' for a [?]
[?] get expensive when you pass it on to me
The paper is a purpose, chasin' it to circus
Claim it for a j*rk and I'm takin' it to serve
Blame it on the madness, blame it on the habits
Blame it on the eighteen-inch rims on the carriage
[?] you're still rhyming
[?] worth a Porsche full of diamonds
Daughter of a mind set, thought it and designed it
Don't want to hear any talk about consignment
Headlock ain't gonna get it, pockets full of [?]
[?] assessment if you got a lot of credit
I'm ready to go [?] show
They better get some dough or I'm tellin' 'em...yeah

[Hook 3: Headlock]
I come from a place where the money gets chased
And they wantin' you to wait 'cause they short on the papes
I tell 'em no "Tell 'em no"
"Tell 'em no" I don't think so

[Verse 4: Trials]
It's like "no way José", sh*t'll be okay
They ran from their fans, found love in their cocaine
Steve got a shock but not bigger than what Bindi got
Trigga got a shock when these rappers turn indie-pop
Mixtapes got our [?]
[?] with tracks, started [?]
No wonder Down Under rap got in a slum
Wack records [?] one drop every month
Funkoars, Clandestien, back on the grill again
Word of a tour got the world on a [?]
Bring 'em here sh*tface, come forth thickhead
Front row jump when our van [?] phys ed
Need the weed for the world that we livin' in
I call P and man those [?]
We goin' down in the same boat
Motherf*ck [?] let me hear you say no

[Hook 4: Trials]
When you come from a state where the green is grey
Cross-borders, they charge you a [?]
Tell 'em no "Tell 'em no" You gotta tell 'em no
"Tell 'em no" I don't think so

[Verse 5: Sesta]
It's like "no way", okay, where the f*ck your manners?
I got to [?] like I'm [?] with the [?]
And it's a bigger prick than Jason Akermanis
And I send an Adam with a mallet and some [?]
Bring balance, let 'em have it
Can't help it, forced to have it
Here I go, I'll put the hammer down like [?]
Any rapper out, I rapped around
And got my dancin' off Van Dam kick-boxer
Next stop, the green doctor, what's the deal?
When Trigga get the beat, that sh*t is never soft
It isn't written on, that sh*t is written off
You make a livin' off sh*t that you're spittin'
And I'm not in a position to tell you any different
Yeah, your music is bad
But, nowadays, most music is bad, let's get along

[Hook 5: Sesta]
Man, I come from a place where the churches are great
So I go once a week just to give 'em my wage
Tell 'em no "Tell 'em no"
"Tell 'em no" I don't think so