G.T.A. (Grind Time Australia)

Mic check one Mic check two Y'all, where ya going? Follow me into the night Yo, hustle Downtown for the crown delight Get a shine on tonight in the bare lions lair for the taking dough Raking Your debts aren't forsaken It's a tough spot grown in a tough neighborhood No code for the Youth who are misunderstood It's a battle in demand sealed lips divide Across the block emcees Rocking black through to white Is it guts, skill or knowledge on the mic? Or a schooling from the Legends in the art of hip life? Cut the politics of shame, earn the stripes of the name Is your Rhyming brain worthy of acclaim? So you want a quick rise to fame? On Youtube you'll rate, from the Hoodie, cap to kicks a cliche' of the greats You've heard all the fine kings, and dug all their crates What a Shame your top critics, are ill informed mates As the huddle hushes in round one To commence your against an Emcee from a higher dimension He's veteran, betterin' the craft past letterin' Styling you the lessons In his battles malevolent You try to direct, your insults he'll dissect His lines cutting deeper as Your foul mouth deflects So he switches attack, lays the cards on the table You still Representin' or cryin' for the label? Grind time now, sweat on your brow, don't stop, don't flop Don't Throw in the towel, your career ends tonight Coz' you won't find a Bite now burn at your turn and strike fear in his sight Round two comes down a thunderbolt from Zuess And your head Starts spinnin' like Beetlejuice That's not even deuce or a prop to save Just another rhymin' reaper Soul slayin' to your grave! Round two this is it another chance to shine But the cat's got your Tongue and there's fog in your mind You're illiterate, itinerant Downright inconsiderate the silence of Your ignorance confirms your lack of syllabus What are we waiting for to hear something new? Some poetic Biographical slanderous spew? A volcanic eruption, corruption end of days We get tired of hearing You repeatin' the phrase, it's a phase Get a move on while we're decomposing You're cryin' for the bottle And the curtain is closing Am I imposing or lightin' the truth When the flame burns deep over Proof turns sleuth to the master of owning The apprentice is Groaning and your never a match for this wolf in sheeps clothing Down low ridin' on the sunset strip your star power meant nothin' Better catch him on the flip Grind time now, sweat on your brow, don't stop, don't flop Don't Throw in the towel, your career ends tonight Coz' you won't find a Bite now burn at your turn and strike fear in his sight Drop The Beat Round three the decider and a lot to say But you know you're Outclassed, outgunned, dismayed That's the trouble with spittin' cold verse on the fly When you're Low on pre-written that's a whack alibi And you talk the talk mashin' homemade beats still the horrorshow Flows Another wigga on repeat That's cold deceit even colder when you're played Then you're raisin' Your hand for the Hollywood kool aid Enough with your tirade, be well advised there's another emcee in The wings evil eyes And the government spies have the finger on the button never Heard it from me And we ain't sayin' nuttin' You're a glutton for the thug life, strip show Pimp ride rakin' up Half baked psuedohydrochloride Never say you can't kick the habit to the bit When you're starin' Down the barrel of the gun that's legit So rewind your shit, hit play on reflection, a decadent life only gave You misdirection Object of affection objection your honour In contempt of court That's a lonely prima donna Grind time now, sweat on your brow, don't stop, don't flop Don't Throw in the towel, your career ends tonight Coz' you won't find a Bite now burn at your turn and strike fear in his sight Grind time now, sweat on your brow, don't stop, don't flop Don't Throw in the towel, your career ends tonight Coz' you won't find a Bite now burn at your turn and strike fear in his sight Y'all final round it's a pretty clear scene that you're lost for words And you're turnin' green Still defendin' tryin' to mend it when you can't even think And way Out of your depth your cred's startin' to stink It's war no retreat to release the blame He's a wordsmith chef sets The table of the game Yo he's sittin' at the head all dues been paid, a true renegade and the Man's self made You got nothin' to trade and you lost the plot Your ambition was Mean but man you're still in the cot And you ain't at the top, it would pay you to listen when Outmatched Outdone by this man on a mission After just two rounds it's clear you're defeated he read ya like a Book Cooked ya now your style's depleted So be your own narrator, cultural mediator be artistic innovator, Tactical abominator Imagine the battle, shadow spar 'till your death blood Laugh in the Face no disgrace when ya wear mud Toughen your skin, breathe it in, breathe it out Rise above it deal And seal 'em never stoopin' or kneelin' Hey you, load ya gun, acid tongue, only one, drop tha tonne, said 'n Done Praise be to ya son Grind time now, sweat on your brow, don't stop, don't flop Don't Throw in the towel, your career ends tonight Coz' you won't find a Bite now burn at your turn and strike fear in his sight