Run That
Oi, run that shit
Yo give me the mic I'm gon' run that shit
Wombat and the NERVE and we ain't gonna stop
Till we run that shit oi, run that shit
Yo give me the mic I'm gon' run that shit
Wombat and the NERVE and we
Ain't gonna stop till we-
T TAZ through MEL to BNE
You make the beats son we make them free
We tryna eat but ain't food cheap
We form as one like AUZ
Oi run it back run it back
I'ma tell a chap boy none
Of that none of that
You don't bust on track for
No money not a stack
I get gully on oney, so love for your gang
But i guess you be one of them big shots now
Come through grab a mic come
And get shut down
I'm about to hit 50 tracks in one year
All wire tell me who's shit's on now
Who's the Aus, this, sounds like that
Fuck that man im here to put aus on the map
Spit 2 bars then your looking for a reload
Thats na na never bodied on one track
Never catch me spit wack on a tune
Cos i got got tracks that stack on the move
You some half up like you actually news
Only spat 4 bars in the back of the room
Wanna clash with your crew but
You ain't got the heart
Wanna bang from the coupe but
You ain't got a car
When I track in the booth
Man i'm making the arts
Just sit back and feud as I break it apart
Cos you, you
Ain't the dude wanna be paid for view but
You pay for views but your missing
The mark like your paper juice so you
Better get the clasp before making moves
Man I think like an old head
You the type of guy to go and say
Gold check just to get a Rolex
And you still don't know what the time is
Make a young MC vanish like ice kid
Oi, run that shit
Yo give me the mic I'm gon' run that shit
Wombat and the NERVE and we ain't gonna
Stop till we run that shit
Oi, run that shit
Yo give me the mic I'm gon' run that shit
Wombat and the NERVE and we ain't gonna
Stop till we run that shit
What's that? It's a wombat
Let them have a second of
Froth because I'm off tap
Every single reckon I'm on
Track and upon that
Recollect and reckon I'll come
Back into combat and I'm not gonna stop
Until And we're not gonna drop, what!
Wombats smashed better know
Y-Yacked in the back of the show
Go pack me a cone
Let me get back in my back in my zone
Let me get back in my zone like yo
Wombats smashed better know
Y-Yacked in the back of the show
Go pack me a cone
Let me get back in my back in my zone
Let me get back in my zone
Cos i get to drunk to function
Plus the pub shuts so we rush the function
Run to punch up but it comes to nothing
Shut the fuck up your not tough your bluffing
Wanna yack but they crumble with the facts
Most cunts only wanna rumble with a pack
Cut the crap if you gonna mumble when you
Rap then your wack
Get wacked I'm not fucking
Humble by the tack
Cos I crash through the roof
Of the booth with a
Crew make tune have a brew then i dust off
Head with a few loose screws I'm a nutjob
You could need a blues clue your a dumb dog
Fuck off end of discussion
You don't think that I'm woe
But I'm prepped for combustion
Set for eruption
Check when I rush them just like
An ex when i crush them
Oi, run that shit
Yo give me the mic I'm gon' run that shit
Wombat and the NERVE and we ain't gonna
Stop till we run that shit
Oi, run that shit
Yo give me the mic I'm gon' run that shit
Wombat and the NERVE and we ain't gonna
Stop till we run that shit