Phrase - Nothin's Gonna Change

{Intro (Sampled)}
Nothing's gonna change his (?...)
Nothing’s gonna—Nothing's gonna change his (?...)
Nothing's gonna—Nothing’s gonna change his (?...)
Nothing's gonna—Nothing's gonna change his (?...)

{Verse 1}
Pay attention you maggot's, your times up
I'm in the back room with a razor cutting my lines up
With a blind slut, money in hand, rolling a note
Inhale deep powder, hit the back of my throat
Simple mixtures of sinful lixtures, help me picture
Better days when I was a pup sporting a sixer;
Rorting the system; walked with a vision
Talked with precision, but things changed 'cause people wouldn't listen
Took to the page, my pen glisten, I wrote venomous verses
'Bout how the government put half my people in hearses
And at first, yeah, it hurt to disperse this
But quicker than lightning strikes the bubble had bursted
I take a swing at anyone tryna lecture me
The coppers, the court of law or the councillor next to me
I’m taking the power back till I’m higher than XTC
You're flirting with death, son, if ya think your correcting me

{Chorus}
So you thought you could lock me?
These fools thought they could drop me
Man, if you think that you got me
You got another thing comin’, son, if you think you can stop me
Did you think you sedate me?
See you thought you could hate me
These fools thought they could break me
You got another thing comin', son, if you think you can take me

{Verse 2}
You twinkle toes ain't been where I've been
So stop with the lame questions, wipe the grin of ya chin
I’m swimming in sin, the anger brewing within;
I got a list of issues long as my arm, let me begin
Kids with hats backwards talking hype but wouldn't stab shit
Backyard local rappers who should get more practice
And 'cause I got a deal they're on some tall poppy tactics
You lack this, you motherfuckers better pedal backwards
Chicks that want dick but claim rape when their cracks hit
Cops that prowl streets with a badge just to bash kids
Teachers that preach knowledge but don't touch on the drastic
People that trade love for money paper or plastic
The facts hurt, yeah, that's it, I make you feel it
For years you've been protected and shielded
No shit, son, you best to get a weapon and wield it
The truth is safely guarded, I'm on a mission to steal it

{Chorus}
So you thought you could lock me?
These fools thought they could drop me
Man, if you think that you got me
You got another thing comin', son, if you think you can stop me
Did you think you sedate me?
See you thought you could hate me
These fools thought they could break me
You got another thing comin', son, if you think you can take me

{Interlude}
Fuck it, I'ma hit 'em with that other shit
Drop in with a third verse
Big Phrase, Melbourne City
Check me out, yeah, check, (?...)

{Verse 3}
Born '81, Melbourne, Australia
Mum had two miscarriages, I'm the second of non-failure
Even as a sperm I was donned an elitist
Yeah, raced from the shaft to the ovum, became a foetus
Similar status to the Dali Lama
I was chosen to walk the Earth and teach you laymen's karma
Check the books, it's written, there ain't no stopping me
You could study for years but never learn the street philosophy
Pathetic pome prophecies that you proclaim to write
Spitting punch line after punch line but never get it right
Whilst I strike in the midst of the night, affect your mental
Prepare for Armageddon, son, it ain't gonna be gentle

{Chorus}
So you thought you could lock me?
These fools thought they could drop me
Man, if you think that you got me
You got another thing comin', son, if you think you can stop me
Did you think you sedate me?
See you thought you could hate me
These fools thought they could break me
You got another thing comin', son, if you think you can take me