Burn Down the Parliament

[Verse 1: Ozi Batla] Burn down a pub, we heat up a club Get a punter feeling hot like they use dencorub When we do what we love Smell the smoke above With a hot-headed approach Turning push to shove Like a bushfire in scrub We ambush the dub Set alight our rap books like a pencil stub It's essential cuz, feel it heat ya blood We be blazing on the mic like Nimbin blazes bud [Verse 2: Urthy] Singe the ears keep it lit like gear With no laws to fear, let it burn in here Flush you out like a sniffer dog prowling near Cos it's arson dear, get the crowd to cheer The beats got an edge like dropping off cliffs It's a major risk, just like nature is Leave us with no choice when you make it fizz Throwing fire on your lukewarm liquid disc [Verse 3: Ozi Batla] Let these words incite, like molotovs in flight And set a panic in the public like a meteorite strike Have you got a light? I've got a bomb tonight And I will set it off when I feel the mood is right Firebugs delight, as the fuel ignites And turn a civilised affair into construction site When our raps are tight fire burning bright We make the others look about as hot as Michael Stipe [Chorus: Urthy + Ozi Batla] {x2} Burn down a parliament, we burn down a flag Burn down a liar like we burn ounce bag And the dutch oven cooks with the smoke that was grabbed So the fire flew fast and the flame licked the red rag [Verse 4: Urthy] It's the place to be like South Park hell Call your agency, better tell Ma Bell But there's no place to sell and no vacancies As the furnace starts to melt I smell baked MCs But it's pay per view so just close your eyes While the conflagration spraypaints the sky It's not humid, so why do these fellas need fluids Man pass the joint, we're near boiling point [Verse 5: Ozi Batla] Was a quiet show, now an inferno Fire start to make you disappear like Sheryl Kernot In a riot below, watch the fire grow Outta control like a pushy when the tire blows Let the word be known let a flag be flown We take the mic in heavy fire and make the stage our own Til the fakes go home, place is set to blow Cos this rhythms dynamite and the spark is the poem [Verse 6: Urthy] You don't need no torch with the background scorched Cos the char will report, this is not just sport Sport could never be bought in this circumstance Unlike ghetto street clothes or urban dance Turn up your clock radios to nightmare awakening Crank the beat, enhance the de-stabling The Herd confuse the labeling Just here to make you think, we're near ya We're here to take it in [Chorus: Urthy + Ozi Batla] {x2}