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letra de warrang - slim set

dirty skin crease
meet grass in palms tight
the sun shines on warrang
the steel smiles in summer
bulldozers humming
bitumen drumming
the sun cries for warrang
fibro covered
– tough to describe the come up
tongue tied but gonna
rummage through rubbish and subterfuge
sum 2 prove then sydney will come for u
nothing 2 comfort you
if it glistens i’m gullible
this guilt is untouchable
luxury l-st hung gumtree nuts – bolts
yellow bell(ie) stuffed not even jolt
will raise them
asia adjacent
t-t-time to pay rent

i’m at ch-chinatown
with the finest around mе
dri-fits are a crown piece
wеst sydney where the pound sleeps
shady nasty hook:

every nationality under the sun
copping a piece of the red one

verse 1:

step in my steel caps na not tns
still a mad c-nt like tien
third eye wide for the bs
call the plug green man my namekian
but if u wanna go
u’ll get stuffed like chicken kiev
like ahhhh
mccain he’s done it again
dont slide in no dm

my life in trash like the ibis
thinking how did they survive this
used to be proud of the island
dis city on coal but no diamond
city shut down for a bit of violence
can’t recognise the horizon
when i’m back on the
back on the west line with the hi-vis
hype one then im gonna rise up when the mic plugged
check line one in amplifier
jump stashe gates & vampires
was my own driver – pump da pumped it
rock the richter when the sub hit
nails got bitten, chew my skin
– retire sunken

shady nasty hook

verse 2:

when atro on track
i bark like a wookie to the han solo
ask us again “whats ur nasho”
man i always been a big assh0l-
since itty bitty tadpole
gamakichi not a big cane toad
still little pest but know
i gotta get bread – sambo

sit in a six seater 2 my self
no1 gonna kick their feet up what the h-ll
well, why won’t n0body
sit with the boy do i smell?
man im in a tin can, and i see a bintang wife beater
ring a bomb sh-ll bell
they turn bali into a sh-ll
not content with themselves
concern with their wealth
squat on the throne, 6 seats, all stops to my home
rolling the smoke, brown paper bag that i hold
peaking – when parra erupts – town hall tuff – iris scuff

- slim set

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