| Double S, One Dayers
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| Illy, Illy
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| Syd city in the house
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| Illy we looking fly as fuck
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| Man we joyriding
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| We joyriding on these toys
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| For now they call me Mr Nice
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| Still stuck in the pits
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| And I’m glad your magic boots gone
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| And y’all missed the flight for me
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| So on, so ready, no wrong
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| Tripping off your hater ray
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| Mixed with ice
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| I know exactly how the scene does
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| Between us I’m kinda glad
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| At how Sydney has cleaned up
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| No dissing my predecessors
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| I heed your lessons
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| But Sydney looked dead till
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| I put my team up
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| You could stumble from the sky
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| And in all your troubles
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| You could find I’m flyer
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| Spit it like a scene from the wire
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| Baby, I’m clean
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| Still your biggers should checked Mark Briar
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| Toy boys, time to jack the flow for ransom
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| If I get my hands on a slice
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| I’ll come back with a loaf
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| That’s food for the family
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| Red light greed light
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| Who do I want on my team
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| To heed lights
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| We don’t stop, we don’t stop
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| For no red light
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| Uh, uh, say this shit don’t stop
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| We ride till the end of the line
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| Give me the green light
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| But to me, all I see
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| Is the gleam of the green in the light
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| That’s the family
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| Red light Green light
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| Who do I want on my team
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| To heed lights
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| It’s been a minute
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| Since I picked up the pen
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| But Illy put the call out
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| So I’m about to buck the trend
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| And ball out
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| But I’m not talking bucks my friend
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| I’m not rich in what I got
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| But what I got to give
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| Sitting in gridlock city traffic
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| Mundane madness got us stuck in stasis
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| But Imma do a Tracy Chapman
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| Hop a fast car hit the gas
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| Never look backwards
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| See we’ve come pretty far
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| Since sixteen years
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| Way more than I could fit
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| In these sixteen bars
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| A couple deadlines later
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| We made a couple head lines
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| Got the haters up past their bed time
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| So from the inner west lines
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| To wherever these bars take me
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| We hit the brakes if we have to
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| But if not, we non stop
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| Suckers seeing red all I’m seeing is the green light
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| We don’t stop, we don’t stop
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| For no red light
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| Uh, uh, say this shit don’t stop
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| We ride till the end of the line
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| Give me the green light
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| But to me, all I see
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| Is the gleam of the green in the light
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| That’s the family
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| Red light Green light
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| Who do I want on my team
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| To heed lights
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| As soon as the lights change
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| And with a baby
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| Everything in my range
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| Yeah I hit it, I’m crazy
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| Lupi: It’s so good
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| It’s so gravy
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| These rappers sure looking like they just seen Swayze
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| There ain’t much more
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| Than a cinema screen
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| As I stare back
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| Eyes with a villainous gleam
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| So what you won’t do, girl
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| Just give me the green
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| And imma do what I do
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| Yeah, get you to dream
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| Soon as I hit Melly
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| Hit Illy on the cell
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| And he got some five broads
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| At the telly and I wonder
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| If he only wanna fuck
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| Cos I’m in Spit Syndicate?
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| But, more importantly
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| Do I give a shit?
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| Ah no
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| Not even a little bit
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| I’m a boss
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| I’m interstate
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| Yeah
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| Any minute taking off
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| Never rich
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| Nick the dawn and the inner west
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| Get busy boys
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| And we getting it on
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| I’m gone
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| We don’t stop, we don’t stop
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| For no red light
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| Uh, uh say this shit don’t stop
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| We ride till the end of the line
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| Give me the green light
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| But to me, all I see
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| Is the gleam of the green in the light
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| That’s the family
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| Red light Green light
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| Who do I want on my team
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| To heed lights
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| So I gotta match the attitude
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| Still much respect for those who blaze
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| The same avenues I use
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| But to come from the shadows
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| In the city of kings?
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| Can’t give a shit what anyone thinks
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| So with that I say
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| Fuck waiting in the queues
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| Leapfrog them
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| Jog and I still run rings
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| No problem
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| Dig, no turbo, no tints
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| Fucker I don’t rims
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| I could tram it
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| And have your girlfriend want dibs
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| And I don’t drop pins
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| My city’s best list
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| Reads Illy phrase books
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| So anybody else want to get their toes wet
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| Jump in
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| But take it as a warning
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| I won’t hit the brakes
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| I hit the horn
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| So if you in my sights
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| Good night
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| And baby if they stopping
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| At the red light
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| Wave them good bye
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| Hooked up from my dub
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| To Frankston line
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| A young gun with an asterisk line
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| Allow me to remind them
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| We don’t stop, we don’t stop
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| For no red light
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| Uh, uh say this shit don’t stop
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| We ride till the end of the line
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| Give me the green light
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| But to me, all I see
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| Is the gleam of the green in the light
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| That’s the family
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| Red light Green light
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| Who do I want on my team
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| To heed lights |