Top Billin' [Freestyle]

[Verse 1: Seth Sentry] When I was five I wanted to drive a star ship Now I’m 25 and I can't even drive a car, shit I ask girls to come back to my apartment Try to dink em’ on my push bike and get laughed at So these days when I’m asking out dates I pick em’ up around 8 in the car with L plates And my Mum up in the front seat half an hour late And nothing much changed, they still laugh in our face So I’m carving out a name As a rapper, cos I’ll never get a girl without the fame And plus I’m bored with watching porn and getting rope burn I need a fortune to afford myself a chauffeur But luckily my flows works and its so perect Even if I rap with no words it’s still a dope verse Did my homework and pressed myself an EP Sold three copies now I’ll probably be on TV Bought myself a big wallet for the profits that I get from it Then I saw my shit up on a bit torrent Got pissed off least I got some big props From this kid Koptic when he said my voice was hypnotic So get on it, go and buy yourself six copies From the MySpace or download it if you’re dishonest But it’s nice if you bought the album legit Shit, I could use all the help I can get I’m sick of getting bouncers are my own sets Who won’t let me in unless I tell em I know Pez So that’s my own mess that nobody knows Seth I should probably do shows more and get stoned less And it’s a battle on the road less travelled Cos most heads I know just rappers if they tone deaf And that’s cool, I got a sing song flow I guess And you can hear it on the EP you should go and get I had a guy ask me for my autograph Nah not really, but that’d be awesome huh? So when I say ‘Seth’ You say who the fuck is that?! And guess what Seth’s not famous man Most people know me from my Xbox gamer tag Yeah I heard he had a face like a one tonner Why you think I put artwork on the front cover? So if you got a friend that loves rhyming I got a present with better darn prices Even if you’re in a credit card crisis Buy the shit so I can get my car licence [Verse 2: 360] I don’t even get scared in cemeteries You get scared when you don’t know where your teddy bear is I’m where it started I’m everything that matters If the Devil wears Prada then the Devil is a faggot I’m getting in it the minute I start rapping I’ll hit em’ with sarcasm and kick em’ and laugh at em’ If you know some sick women introduce me Girls love Matt Groening like Simpsons groupies But I don’t like having sexual intercourse I just like know that my genitals fit in yours I’ll send a message to Biggie Smalls I can’t find my style yet, get it, now gimmie yours I’ll win awards for my next release But won't thank no one in my acceptance speech And Pez and me haven’t sleep for weeks, Seth can see But he’ll never know if it’s meth or speed To calm me down you better get some weed (weed) So I can see time fly through my minds eye And if you’re talking about the highlights you’re talking about my rhymes Talk about the high life, talk about my life At night time I might just ride by Saying ‘take ya fucking watch off ya wrist’ cos it’s my time I’m already high on life But I get high on ice just to get twice as high Yeah, when we’re stepping on stage while you’re repping your train lines With fans that take time to get their Mexican wave right I’ll have my Conchord with a built in squash court And still be complaining that I want more And we about to go on tour with Tom York I know you’re heard of us, wait – what’s that song called? And while you’re standing in a circle kicking free’s We’re driving around a park in a perfect limousine [Verse 3: Pez] Ugh, yeah you might have heard of Six and me Yo it’s Forthwrite bitch the only surfers in the scene Rocking tight top shirts and fitted jeans Listen close to this it’s the only verse you’ll get for free Off one song man I’m earning fifty G While you want a punch on cos you’re turning 53 Fuck the urban city dream Give me a house in a suburban little street I prefer to live in peace I’m killing shit if you don’t know by now You better turn this off and go find out I’m not joking homie turn this off and go right now It’s showtime, blow! I’m building up a buzz so motherfucking that it won’t die down I’m the future, yes I’m in 09’ and we the captains See the weaker rappers keep adapting It’s easy you can speak to me or 3 and see what happens I can’t see the reason half you dudes are even rapping You’re fucking terrible, I’m in comparable to most Cos the flows impeccable its so incredible now everybody knows I hear raw cliques talk shit about the festival song When they can’t even comprehend the fucking level I’m on They can’t really even seem to pen a good song Go and listen to the rest of my songs And come back and we can talk, man I’m leading forward You’re just doing things I’ve already seen before So I’m not listening to it or skipping on through it I’m sick of getting sick and thinking this isn’t music I still hear these dudes preaching that keep it real shit Yeah that’s what you’s do you keep it real shit I begun no wonder you people fear shit Fucking hell I can’t even finish that shit [Verse 4: 360] Fuck those cunts man let em’ be they’re worthless A bunch of centipedes who would never reach the surface I’m sending dead MC’s and enemies in hearses And dead in beef and every week and never leave the churches And say that 360’s centimetre perfect But even when I’m off by a centimetre, perfect And my initals are my destiny got the letter M and C Get it get it’s meant to be I’m perfect Acclaim asked if I fucked heaps of fats The fact is I lost count, fuck keeping track Man you’re probably thinking what the fuck beat is that? But make you forget the beat thinking fuck he can rap Uh, remember the days of basketballing? Man I only rap for kicks cos I can’t afford em’ And my sights are as high up as Michael Jordan Only job I’ll have in my life’s performing See you talking, see you in the afterlife son You biting many styles cos it’s hard to find one But we have that after night fun with these hot tarts We ain’t rockstars but we party like some Yeah it seems these days the topics swagger Cool now but rule out the subject matter Stop rapping I ain’t wanting to hear ya Cos people love 60’s music and ain’t talking to era, no We hit up rap with heaps of decent dimes Who like to lick their fingers just to read between the lines Rubbing their gums while we’re running amok with more Junk in the trunk then a truck full of drugs the whore This is do or die, it’s either suicide or crucify You decide either way you lose your life There’s a 360 crew but they’re spelt different My name has no letters in the alphabet I can smell success and man it smells like sex And so smell it [Verse 5: Pez] You we’re coming live from Triple R Taking Aussie rap music on a different path The kid who spits the sickest bars like it isn’t hard On that break through debut sitting in the charts Another month I’ll be a bigger star than Jimmy Barnes It’s pretty simple you don’t like it you can kiss my arse I’m out having rich dinners cos I’m living large You’re at home drinking VIC Bitter trying to fix ya car It’s a laugh mate you try to call that hip-hop? Shit as soon as I turn it on I just switch off Even if I burnt it it’s like I’m ripped off People probably heard it that’s why your shit flopped [Verse 6: Seth Sentry] I’m pretty certain I’m the laziest person I know I sit at home all day with the curtains all closed Just burning a roach, watching Murder She Wrote Cos I lost the remote and just search for it So hard I’d rather just work for the show Till it’s over then its Oprah? I prefer a good soap Shit I watch commercials then purchase my phone And then return it after thirty days dirty and broke I gotta leave these burgers alone Cos I almost outgrown the only shirt that I own Plus I’m pretty sure that someone burgled my home Cos I swear I had a girlfriend and some furniture tho? I’m broke dope rapper murder a flow So much work to go rehearse for a show Shit I used to do gigs freestyle for two minutes, lose interest And then be home in bed before the tune finished Illusionist at work, I had it good Just stand in one spot and pretend to look stressed Yep, and that’s the key to success Success sucks Pez and I couldn’t give a fuck less I’m feeling the ceiling I’m killing these tracks I just write the punchlines and Pez fills in the gaps Perhaps it’s a fact that if I napped less I’d have more time to practice and get my raps fresh