Yuh

Shoutout Ron on Da Beat
Yuh, Yuh
Ayeee, Ha Ha
Yuh

Call me a cheetah cos my spots never change
Fold me a joint cos I just got played
Roll out the heater cos I'm 'trynna get blazed
Ball with a cracker who hasn't got laid
I'm young and from Australia 'trynna make a name
I'm dumb and from Melbourne, just dug my own grave
Stuck in isolation man, I got no goals
Feel like I'm in the desert, man all I see is Holes
Like I'm Shia, LeBeouf, what I say, no bluff
I think your tire's are leaking, shhh, like hush
Not trynna scam like my name is dax
Bot's in my dam on bike, shit's whack
At least when I sit at the mic I speak fax
A beast at a party they like my tracks
I turn the volume up to the max
Trynna buy beats but I got no cash
I burn the room cos my bars are fire
Bringing the heat that give you a rash
Not a hype beast cracker
I'm a youtube rapper
Just a teen aussie lad
Who's full of manners
I still by my clothes from kmart
Like I'm sponsored or something this shit ain't hard

Yuh, Look at my socks, look at my shoes,
Look at my wrist, I know what you choose, yuh
It's me, obviously, can't you see? Chase that cheese?
Nah man, I chase that cream
The grind never stop, my brain always pop
Got the beat on lock and aus rap rocks
And you know I'm 'bout to knock your mother fucking socks off, yuh

Uh huh, yuh, like what?
Let's go

Mum this isn't just a phase
Make her go crazy on the road with rage
It's a lifestyle, I could use a kit kat
The 8th mile, man you looking for my autograph
I'm just trynna make a song that slaps
Inside of a playlist, with other fire tracks
I'm not paying for my views
I'll break it down in the interlude
When I say that I mean dance
13 years of hip hop
My moves got everyone caught in a trance
Got the whole crowd on me when the beat drops
But I'm just gonna wait for it tho, Ha Ha, Yuh
You want me to be more aggressive
You forget my age or something?
Are my techniques not affective
I guess all of that means nothing
Maybe in a few more years I'll get that
When I've got a studio and can yell
Or when I'm on stage and I hear the crowd clap
I'll have the energy like some sort of spell
I'm the beast and I'm the devil
Spit bars like satan on a new level
Here I'm coming from the bottom
Like I was made from some magic ass cauldron

Yuh, Look at my socks, look at my shoes,
Look at my wrist, I know what you choose, yuh
It's me, obviously, can't you see? Chase that cheese?
Nah man, I chase that cream
The grind never stop, my brain always pop
Got the beat on Lock and aus rap rocks
And you know I'm bout to knock your mother fucking socks off, yuh

Time for a flow switch
Stop acting like a little bitch
Scratch you off the scene
Like some kind of little itch
Yuh, what, break it down
Do a superhero landing on the ground
Six step, headflip, smash down
Tricks give me rep in my home town
No loose ends
No flash Benz
No half friends
No goose eggs
Some of the shit I say is crazy
Couple of chicks I want to call baby
Not like J-B on a track called bad guy
Out here looking like shy guy
I'm on the grind every time I rap
Even if my voice sounds trash
No catapult to put me out in front
Let me kick back and smoke a blunt
Or something like that, haha, yuh
Ripping up bars like indefinitely
Better hide my identity
Crippling up cars indelicately
I demand that sympathy
Your death a quick ceremony
Your shots miss constantly
Rhyming with consistency
Run into them coincidentally
I be putting my city on the map
In September I'm coming like that
I wanna switch my flow and rhyme schemes nicely
I'm wrecking ball you can call me Miley
Passing by I keep on smiling
Just got back man, I'm not dying

Yuh, aye, if you know you know