Verse One I show up like flash floods and flash buds that pack punches that match grudge matches of fat drunks And at once I scratch runs from mad cunts to rap dunce And leave you feelin defeated like you were dope once With slow funds and boom baps throwin a flow Habits provoke and this line on the dash is a joke Hazardous bros and a mandem of ravenous flows Classical foes in compatible battles And so I come around, I'm steppin out into this town With a bass sound that surrounds and leaves ya face down A place now where competition all gets phased out Biting writers erased out, lyrics are chased out Now getcha grind on, let bygones be bygones Fuck that shit I'm slicker like more grease than Lygon Fuck this bitch I'm dick'n her tits leave the light on Cuts and shit are quick in Burn City fuck'n right on Hook Verse Two So now I'm showin these fuckers just how I'm roughin'em up And the Buff and it's fuckers are never catchin up to this fuck, ha Cuz I am copasetic ya pathetic and septic You'll need a medic to getcha head around all my rhetoric Bet it ya put ya money where ya mouth is You'll wake up in the morning mother fucker regret it a lesson for the kids I know I said it once, I'll say it again Deliver the rhythm and keepin it real, ya poppin and lockin Hip Hop to the end So friend, try and grab a grasp of this shit, I plaster this shit The master with the sharpest of kicks So I can pump fake the crowd and shake the ground Break the bounds of faceless crowns, this Entropy brings it down Enemies collapse when I attack the tracks This untapped rap, a deluge of tracks produced It's Burn City and ya know we're gonna fuck shit up A'yo DJ Rellik c'mon and cut this up

Hook Who's the real you, inside you the true you Who's the real you, beside you and me too Who's the real you, this one who makes up your mind They're the real you the real truth deep down inside Verse One Who's the real you level with me where would I find ya You know we're one of a kind, I'm kind I won't bite ya But your hidden away in the back of my mind, head check To bring me to a conscious level, reality break neck speeds I'm travellin through this life blind These riddles I'm unravelin so what the fuck do I find Nothin a parable of life I lead, the lies they feed to keep'em always bluffin me Cuz they deceive ya see Just ask yourself the question who am I really, do ya feel me No more of this touchy feely, ya fear me I hope so cuz we are one of the same Same name, shared mind, shared blame, same shame Hook Verse Two Trying to associate with myself but it seems The only time I grab a hold of my wealth is in my own dreams This means a conscious efforts gone to waste No remedy for me cuz every day a new problem I face But I don't care, the truth is out there just hidden in disguise You may be surprised but the real truth is within your eyes and lives Not in ya crimes with knives It's ultimately hidden in the heart that cries right before it dies And then it understands that being a human being Is being a human doing and just constantly pursuing The lives that we're assuming Instead of finding new ways to take our lives, fuck'em up and just screw'em up, ha Who's the real you, it's more like a life long lesson Instead of hiding behind pride just ask yourself the question What is it within me that makes me, me This quality inside of me that no one else can see, so Hook

Verse One A prudent rudimentary sleuth askew to burnin mics in these booths I'm bringin the proof and I'm raisin the roof, I had'a Take a sabbatical from rap but I'm back I'm standin to ya left and causin ya stress like heart attacks I parted wax in crates, never hesitate hold back To kick these tracks this way, make opposition decay Your coppin hits from the fray, I spit mine out to the crowd Cynically raisin a brow, clinically layin you out With the epitome of rhyme there's no stoppin me now Crush toys like imaginary friends on therapist lounges With sounds that surround ya, layin pressure to make ya panic And force the need for hyperbaric, the bends dramatic You stand there static in rap battles a choke hazard You either got the will to win or ya don't have it Without status, no verbal combatant Just sit the fuck down and let this rattlesnake at it Hook Verse Two Now as I do it, ya rhyme left in ruin No time left for you, and I spit like I was spewin So I clean cut this negative, inject the venom with intent to send'em My sound spiked adrenaline A war of minds, these battle rhymes like sands of time Intrinsic with the banter of shallow minds, that's where I draw the line Wipe the slag from the mic before I cap this Crushin like nuts caught in a vice and crimes of passion I'm lashin out at crews and factions frontin clout And out to see who's shallow mind echos the loudest mouth This war of attrition is liftin inhibition, I'm honin these pigeons like a fucken bloodhound on a mission No pausin for intermission, remittance is what I'm missin Can't shake hands with a fist, so this flow is what I'm dishin And if ya missed it, I'll pen ya down on this hit list Cuz this is Burn City represent Come witness the fitness Hook

Hook Although you see a dead end ahead There may be hope over the hill or around the bend The message that we're sendin my friend Is never give up in this life and just forget about the end Verse One Just a one way vent from the heart of a real Australian I meant what I sent, in a sense I hope my truth prevails in them I'm sure that it would, for those that could just open up the good Inside of us all, suffice to say they just decide to fall And all we do is sit back and watch, entrenched pessimists For some black sheep to tic and just toc, we wait with clenched fists To give the feeling we give a fuck, Illusion metaphor These Aussies that are down on their luck, we choose to wage a war For those who never made their own way, or get to have a say For those who never chose how to play, I'm gonna compensate And open up the minds of today, I'll never hesitate To ask the question why do we hate, can't we just clean the slate Hook Verse Two Even a broken clock tells the right time twice a day Just think of how the future feels when it looks down upon today The fact that we cannot change, our families now estranged A fact I wish I could have changed, priorities rearranged Now I just decide to reside, community partition Wish I could reside by the tide, immunity decision Back and forth I hide in my mind, beneath a daylight cover Wonder why these none of a kind, they all resent eachother Need a fast solution in here, to just escape the hell To stop the crowd from livin in fear, mistakes they kill themselves To save the life of only one other, trapped in the dark of night Would be to hold him near call him brother, and give the gift of light Hook Verse Three For all you haters that play fair, the statement is true Cuz if ya pay them a little care then this joint is for you I feel I need some authority to convince the majority If ya hurt'em they hurt back, all it takes is say sorry see I know it's just an issue of pride, admit it Cuz minds are narrow and excuses are wide, admit it We know the ones that write the rules they don't care, but I do They're pullin strings from up upon their high chairs, remind you To screw the average Joe livin on welfare, prophetic We don't receive it but I know it's not fair, pathetic I use my rhyme to cause a verbal resistance Cuz I believe this emcee here can make a difference, no fear Hook (x2)

Verse One I'm malevolent, the devil edits my shit My spit glistens, your just septic and repetitive Another level, disheveled is where ya takin it Make no mistake a rook in this game, and your just fakin it I gotcha number, yeah I'm a one of a kind, cadence one for the blind, savour silence in rhymes And keep ya mouth shut, less you got somethin to spit I post me frees online so you can see I'm legit Now let's focus, when I flow I spit locusts You choke bitch ya bills bogus I wrote this, and smoke with skunk tokers In Richmond's my home kicks, come and get some I wrote this for the kids that can't spit The ones that craft it but just can't grasp it So get the fuck up and call ya man out Cuz Entropy's comin to slam down and call the toys out Hook Verse Two I am prevalent, I show in open mics And flow in dark nights like scotch that's twice iced I write sharp rhymes that sit well with the wise guys Hard lines like fish scale from ya coke mines, yeah As I define all my crimes I've carried out on the line I raise a glass to those times, re-manufacture the scribe A simple system of coppin the listeners And graduatin to top billin through my fucken persistence Resistance never, I'll sever your ambition With blatant statements that'll set you up to fail like blind dates I'm makin, no I'm carvin my place in this scene The treble the bass, the scratch made this Entropy Your flat verse'll fall deep on deaf ears That rap curse'll fold and stall ya toys for years And that'll fit in with my grand plan To fill grandstands with my fans, yeah cuz I am...

Hook Lyric arrangers, my foes are tote strangers Am I deranged if I flow with sages, so Can they predict all my pens to papers Or can I flex a freestyle to change ya Verse One Cop that my combat props to rap When I roll I come strapped with a boom bap in my attack So just relax less you're in the firing line This fire of mine is burnin holes in ya rhyme Your spine tension and ya teeth clenchin My ascension to the top of the scene, I roll with henchmen Kapish bitch I shiv this with a flick of the wrist Intrinsic with the shit, ya like a hit and a miss What, get the fuck back, you're on the wrong track You think your pennin venom I'm on that I see this scenes all cliqued up and flooded with wak So I am here to change that, rearrange that You give an inch and I take a mile This wild child style that paints hard and viral Roll under cover of night and dark skies I tear a bite outta ya flow like hard drives Hook Verse Two Drop that, like red spots I force the pop'n lock Lyricist Lounge the real Hip Hop Buck pots and sluts like truck stops, I rock the mic And spit free recite, free shots tonight, ha Entropy yeah, the worst enemy, not a friend of me Come on and verse me, the undisputed emcee Produced by HK the beats send the toys to the fray (Everybody hit the D.E.C.K) Yeah, ya heard that, no need to reword that A slurred rap from me is killin ya best spat You spit chips when I flex with my clique I hit this like a bitch on a bad trip It's legit that I spit all my madness I take the edge off a Schick I'm the baddest In the whip ya know I bang the bald tyres Pure phonic yeah, don't fuck with the wise guys Hook

Verse One The Bic flicks and I'm rushin An arsonist baskin in the blaze of it askin For more accelerant to be markin, your perimiter I'm half halfin Fertilizer with motor oil as I'm laughin Spent nights craftin and sortin attacks From paper cuts on your eyes to waterboarding with hot wax Distortin order like wet sacks on heads, strapped to the back of a ute And dragged face down, enough said Deliberated my options, and chose a baptism of fire hitched with a lock in Now ya just a moth to the flame on top of nothin Checkmate, a pawn to this game You know this emcee aint bluffin I'm galvanizin and systematically risin Devisin these rhymes for tyrants, keen to admire'm And as for enemies, I only seek to remind'em To quit preachin in vain for what history aint decided yet. Hook Verse Two It's game day so now I wake up get packed All preps were made for clandestine planned attack Infiltrate the back, threads in the kevlar braids Unpack katana blades with more folds than center stage I took a page from Sun Tzu's the Art of War And rolled a scoob with it to calm the nerves before the score Of twenty more, with shrapnel cores packed into this rucksack This fuck sat within the eye of the storm Anticipate and now prepare for revenge, and just admit there's no fair war and no real end A moot point to defend, Oz Hip Hop can do this properly Crank the shuffle up as I pump Strut's Monopoly Foresee it like prophecy, forged through animosity And brandishing a rusty stanley, now there's no stoppin me I made a choice to see this shit through You know that history's inked and I'm about to pen a page or two Hook Verse Three There aint nothin a bag of lime can't cover up Pullin the teeth of this fuck, coroner's passin the buck Vulcanised, incased in black embers stuck This waste of space did well for once and warmed us up No face, or DNA to leave trace I leave the scene in high pace, with even scores to replace The tipped scales of the past, this emcee's mastered the craft of burnin toys till they're charred Now who's havin the last laugh So that's the facts of it, press this shit on wax with it To cover up my tracks with the sounds of CD stacks And it's part of the game, and one of the many ways That I can re-enact a scene from track five on Gory Days I'm blazed in sordid haze, I'm dazed I board the train As I'm layin out some stains and I sail to Alamein And that's the way that it goes, premeditated I burn you, you mother fucker so now you are just cremated

Hook Amassin copious stashes of aerosols under jackets A grain of salt for the masses, a train assault with a passion Full system architect with a marker dacked Full system architect and a Belton strapped Verse One My faves on insides are thirties, and easy version to murder'em with I'm servin'em and leave'em like a dirty bitch We run through carriages like psych patients, station to station Layin waste without hesitation, and patiently waitin For loop stations, connectors to other sectors This paint equates to my respect, my mindset's to get up Across this MET and get up, we put the Buff in check, ha We show you fuckers how we do it and we earn respect I've popped more guardies than half'yas, and penned more blinds than Braille classes I run through changing doors faster, than nine eleven disasters True stains are Blacktop, Raven oil as a backup Hitachi yeah, runnin through these toys like a fucken Mac truck Slaps and stentz we represent Burn City hard as nails The heart of this train bomber's galve artisan Break in at high tide, Hitachi homicide And layup six car suicides, wise guys we bomb insides Hook Verse Two We surface outside, we've got the backpacks Caribees packed fat with flat blacks, and topped with German fat caps Montanas and Laks, bringin T to B's back Requirin paint racks to fill milk crate stacks, draped in the Mac Pac To reach'em, dark train doors I pop'n breach'em With circle P's up high, reluctantly the lasting feature From Hillside run-ups and downtown to Bayside lay-ups We stay up late to paint the steel, we're Melbourne's players Of nighttime games in yards remain the same And stake my claim, Entropy One hard in the paint This loudmouth bomber from suburbs of down South Almost a tonne under this belt, all my galves are hell bound And if ya know it, the rush of burnin up the steel when ya feel it The only thing that really matters is keepin it real And that's that, the fucken name of the game The silent sport of the galves and every victim's a train, what Hook(x2)