Lyrics: Lorenz Prichard/Cody White/Khem Chal White
Music: Lorenz Prichard/Cody White/Khem Chal White
It’s the age of…
Shut your damn mouth kid and stop spreading your bullshit
The truth is, everybody these days want to be the cool kid
Bit of fame, feeling obliged too
Entertain when your online, then
Elevate to the top guy, and
Spread your hate in the spotlight
From the opulent to pan handlers
Still gambling our future on
Nothing but a little bit of black coal
Dug out of a black hole
No cash goes back to the black owners
Everybody love it when they rub shoulders
Everybody know we got enough vultures
Buddy got a killer in his gun holster
Little baby boy got a month older
Slow down though bro don’t deny it
An Indigenous child is
Twice as likely to die than any white kid
Right?
How can we sit and be silent
While these, beds are burning beside us
Try to defy us but I am defiant
Finding we can’t win the fight when divided
Rip mics the nicest
But flip sides and I might get violent
Spit in your eye like right inside it
What?
Now you’re looking at the realness
Feel this rhythm when I weald it
Living in the middle of a lie
Bow down to your highness
Or lift off to the top and
Lick a shot
Lick a shot
Spit your bullet from your lip and pick ‘em off boy
Lick a shot
Lick a shot
Use your mind while they try to switch it off
Lick a shot
Lick a shot
Spit your bullet from your lip and pick ‘em off girl
Lick a shot
Lick a shot
Use your words like a weapon
Never stop
It’s the age of
Time to wake up mate and start making some movements
The truth is, it’s allot easier to remain clueless
Like Alicia Silverstone
Clones just want to build a home
That’s filled with clones
Laptops, leather sofas & IPhone’s
Monkeys be walking tight ropes
Hoping that people like you
Social media psychos
Blood on our Hands-Haiku
A guide to divine truths inside you
Just fight through this life
You will find what is right
In the light at the end of the tunnel like, who am I?
Suicide
Or who gets to decide if you will die
Bush fires on the rise
Watch the wicked word reign
Mother earths flames
Damn man I’m sick of her games
No dice
Quit listening to people beside you
In a vacuum of lies, it ain’t hard to find truth
You’re not defined by your followers
Stop following sheep
And think first whenever you want to speak
Holler with me
No more games
No more games
There’s to many people playing
Too many people talking
Who don’t know what they’re saying
No more games
No more games
There’s to many people playing
Too many people talking
Too many people
Who don’t know what they’re saying
Its the age of
Too bad about your country buddy where gonna nuke it
The truth is
Nobody you know really knows what the truth is
Impending war
Defending shores
Ascending hoards
A never-ending breed of potential problems
Refugees that effect your conscience
Locked in off shore detention
Like their sick with Corona
Shit go, your government won’t even throw ‘em a bone
Whole nation stuck in a coma
Condoning the actions of who you vote in
While media show these pollies bragging and boasting,
Verbal gun loaded, spittin’ the vitriol
Guys itchin’ to piss on poles
Girls snitchin’ like bitchy moles
Worlds beginning’ to feel heaps colder than a polar bears shoulder
Don’t lose composure
Stop listening to every little bit of fake news they told ya’
Don Trump is trash
So is 4Chan to QAnon,
And FOX can’t prove me wrong
Murdoch should move along
How long’s it gonna take for the next war to start kicking off
Big it up one time my soldiers go lick a shot
Tell the truth to the youth
The pens mightier than the blade
Every word is like a sawn off
What I use in a battle for the mind
Revolutionaries
Time to lick a shot