Where The Wild Things Are (feat. Mind Over Matter)

That boom box in the backyard goes
That boom box in the backyard goes
That boom box in the backyard goes!
Daddy's home sweetheart

It seems that the dreams for the children on the block
Has gone from love, to a thug, with a million dollar watch
You see I'm talking bout the jungle, the outback
The city I live in
That cunt that'll always bounce back, with a witty dominion

An ill flow like this and I still don't like pigs
Attitude is what I got
I'm flippin'
I'm trippin'
I'm puffin' on pot
So don't even think to sleep on me 'cause I'm a dodgy mattress
I've figured it out I'm the king of the house
I'm a flying flock of Axes

I'm goin'
Vampire killin' with stakes in me holsters!
Shootin' em down rippin' the faces off vultures!
The trolley's full
Of goodies for the kids
So ratatata Big Macka is back
And I'm loading of the dick
What up cunt?

Are you still with us or what?

Let's make some noise
For the state of Australian hip-hop
Right fucking now

There's blood and there's guts comin' out of the speakers
There's fire in my veins and it's right off the meter
With a fist in the sky I'mma fly like an eagle
C'mon!
Hit me again
Come on
Well shit there it is

I'm plugged in the sound is connected
Rise up the crowd is electric
A place with Zen good nature
I'm the shore your ten foot breakers
It's fun when I'm out and about
And I'm bouncin' around in summers naked sun

Naturally high when I breathe in the trees
And I run full steam through mother nature's lungs

I'm rippin' and snippin'
The rhythm like Izm my man on the decks
No-one cuts quicker
Let's proclaim ourselves free and make a principality
Like up at Hutt River
Head out the window the air sings
Howlin' tearing through hair pins
It's the crazy rap vocalist
Monster truck maniac motorist

Power up, lock into the socket
Pull a Johnny rocket out my pocket
Ride a lightning comet
I write these sonnets with a spice of comics

Fresh, ripe and honest
I pick up the pieces like I was a hunter-gatherer
Inspired by life, our people leave deep dents up in the punter barrier

There's blood and there's guts comin' out of the speakers
There's fire in my veins and it's right off the meter
With a fist in the sky I'm a fly like an eagle
C'mon!
Hit me again
Come on
Well shit there it is

In the search for fame everyone wanna be bigger than Kurt Cobain
After he burst his brain and left his curtain stained
What do you think?
I think it's bad for them to stare at the sun
Save my soul with a flare and a gun

Yeah, c'mon

You can find me on tour nightly
I'll be lightnin' up a stick like Hermione. Who?
Excuse me miss if I ransack your handbag
Flow so heavy the damn track needs Tampax

I'm so good I spell M.O.M. with an "X" and a zillion Fs and it's still correct
Trippin' in a theme park with a ski mask
This house is where the wild things are!

Playin' with fire elude the darkness
With shooting stars that is moving targets
On a highway to hell with a stronger engine
Grow the fuck up like crops in Nimbin
Big league now, gotta move a little tougher
Take to the plate with a Louisville Slugger
Gettin' drunk with angels
Let's keep the blood pumpin' like jumper cables

Mind Over Matter in the building!
You know it!
BNE and M.O.M. knocking it out the park!
Why don't you think outside the box like a new born baby!

There's blood and there's guts comin' out of the speakers
There's fire in my veins and it's right off the meter
With a fist in the sky I'm a fly like an eagle
C'mon!
Hit me again
Come on
Well shit there it is