| I’m in the back of a ute and I’m freshly servin',
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| BnE brew I got a esky burstin',
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| From doin' loops and a rexy burnin'
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| To the babble of this beat started jet ski surfin'
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| I, keep keep it I keep I keep on it,
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| Dig beats deep as a creek and speak sonic,
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| The waves I’m making capsize canoes
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| You can bathe in the wake to baptize your crew
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| When I’m down by the river, bangin' from Sydney,
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| Hand on my outboard fangin' my dinghy,
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| Streams run free, all over the globe
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| Still water runs deep, so go with this flow,
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| As long as the Amazon, as deep as the Congo,
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| The heart of the party, the beats on the bongo,
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| A bongfire is the inner camp visual,
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| Werewolves howl at the river bank ritual
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| Down by the river I, learnt how to swim,
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| Where the records play and wash away all the stress that’s been,
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| It fueled my fire higher,
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| It took me higher higher,
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| Up and up and up let’s go,
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| Come on come on come on, let go
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| Yeah, funhouse is open,
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| And now the sundowns approachin',
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| The boatshed is where I live it up all day
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| And magic mushrooms litter the walkway,
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| To a gumtree swing for the hot sun,
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| Where we fish off the dock with a shotgun,
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| And a BMX track out the back not givin' a shit with a pig on the spit,
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| And you can bet your bottom dollar there’s a bong or two,
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| We got the backyard lookin' like Taronga zoo,
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| With a fluro skyline, bats in the distance,
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| Fact is you won’t catch Max doin' dishes,
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| We got an AK, shooting clay pigeons,
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| And Izm on the decks bangin' Gravediggaz,
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| And if the cops come and stop the beat
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| That’s when I let a pack of Ridgebacks off the leash
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| Down by the river I, learnt how to swim,
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| Where the records play and wash away all the stress that’s been,
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| It fueled my fire higher,
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| It took me higher higher,
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| Up and up and up let’s go,
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| Come on come on come on, let go
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| It fueled my fire higher,
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| It took me higher higher,
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| Up and up and up let’s go,
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| Come on come on come on, let go
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| It’s the time on the clock when the train goes,
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| So I glide off the pot on a rainbow,
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| See my sight at the top of the range rose,
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| And I’m right on the dot when I aim bro,
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| I just ride down the block wearing plain clothes,
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| With the eye of a croc-killing cane toad,
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| When I’m live in the spot of the main grove,
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| I love to here the whole crowd say «AYO»
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| And not a second of silence,
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| BnE worldwide reppin' the island,
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| It’s so much when their boppin' and their vibin',
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| So go nuts like a rocket in a silo
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| Drunk in a dinghy, actin like pirates,
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| The boat that rocked once Macca got violent,
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| Bad to the bone on a Hanzo classic,
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| While kids backflip on a jumbo mattress,
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| So bounce, and let your hair down,
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| Ump the body count and let off spare rounds,
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| And don’t hurt no one, and don; |
| t touch my perso punk,
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| So, take it from me I stay on the top when they’re shakin' the tree,
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| Yeah, and in a matter of minutes no matter the limit
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| I rap and I rip it so you know Big Macca done did it
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| Down by the river I learnt how to swim,
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| Where the records play and wash away all the stress that’s been,
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| It fueled my fire higher,
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| It took me higher higher,
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| Up and up and up let’s go,
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| Come on come on come on, let go |