Cro-magnon Letra

Spittin' bars on fat loops
Syntax and stains like scars and tattoos
And that's truth
We hate cops and love samplin'
Running rampant on stage like gargantuan
So start amping 'em up I'm obese
With highly explosive Polynesian motif
No beef with the creeds live among us
My whole crews' various shades of different colours
Sick on drums
Avant-garde ignoramus
I'm on some backyard shit with my brothers
Down with the artist rollin' incognito
In a business that's built like a big casino
It's all about how you use what you know
Improving yourself without losing soul

I'm no genius with infinite aspiration
I utilise vision and vivid imagination
An everyday 28 year old renegade
Penetrate, with the heavy-weight pen and papes
Gettin' praise, centre stage 'til it emanates
Entertains, sendin' brains on getaways
We meditate to drum loops and set it straight
Dedicate life to art you can't regulate

Imagine every computer in the world crashed
Allah and Christ in the pub singing Pearl Jam
Imagine solar cities and electric cars
Who gives a fuck about steps on Mars
Imagine Pegz in charge, start again and rebuild
Give parliament house to the mentally ill
Imagine seventy mil' was not enough
Imagine every Westfield was a barter club
Imagine Indigenous people governed us
The cops and the councils were someone to trust
Imagine Cathy Freeman was PM
Six hour shifts and a four day weekend
Three month holidays
Five hundred dollar raise
Ninety minute smoko breaks, cook a bolognese
What a way to live if we could only imagine
What? that's the dream that drove me to action