[ChillinIt: Verse 1]
Can't breathe no air in my lane
Look in the eyes, you can stare in the pain
My brain feels scary again
Cause all I see is Mary and Jane
What's that?
Who's this?
Ask questions but you don't know shit
My flow make fans jump up and down on the same spot like a pogo stick
Just like the yo-yo did
Every second kid do that yo-yo shit
Tryna fuck with the money and the fame like Austin
You lost your mojo bitch
Why you hating?
If you grinding then why you skating?
And I got more lines than central station

[Wombat: Verse 2]
Ayy
Seize like a Samurai
Schemes that I memorise
Eager to feast on these MCs
Gotta get a feed, yeah, the level's high
Keeping their head in line
Bleed with this scene that I terrorize
See through their web of lies
I'ma beast like an enterprise
Creep in the dead of night
Weed that we set a light
Sleep as I dream of a better life
See where the demons and devils lie
Wombat's back better know
Gacked out the back of the show
Go pack me a cone
Nah actually no
Let me come back with a rack to the nose
As I spaz with the flows
Wombat's back better know
Gacked at the back of the show
Go pack me a cone
Nah actually no
Let me come back with a rack to the nose
As I spaz with the flows
[ChillinIt: Verse 3]
Okay
I don't play soccer but the bars I'll loan ya (Barcelona)
Prolly why I kick goals on the net
Boxed in the corner with dark aromas
Kush gets pushed till it’s rollin ya head
Like ugh, tell em that I’m all straight up
Give em what they want like Russ
Never been fussed what the whole world thinks of us
From a place where we call mates cunt
Being straight up
Huh
Swearing to God
Right now you could get aired on a rock
Bear when I drop the Grylls ya so grope your drugs like bugs on the hair of a dog
That's ticks
Luggage
Over ya head
High off nuggets
Stoned to the death
Bros to the right
Hoes to the left
Me and Wombat putting smoke in the chest

[Wombat: Verse 4]
Bruh
What's that it's a Wombat
Never gotta second to froth because I'm off tap
Every single record and I'm on track
And I bomb that
I reckon that they reckon I've gone back
And I combat
And I'm not gonna stop
I drop a hot rap dog
Gotcha popping along
And you nodding a lot
And I'm dropping 'em off
On a rocket off to the top
And I'm not gonna drop
Lock
I'm a rain like I run the realm
The thunder fell
No love and I come from hell
The underworld
Their bars don't function well
We run the realm
You cunts go fuck yourselves
I'm a rain like I run the realm
The thunder fell
No love and I come from hell
The underworld
Their bars don't function well
We run the realm
You cunts go fuck yourselves
[ChillinIt: Verse 5]
I got dreams of a jet black Chrysler, inside colours of a red back spider
Start off 2018 with a 5 stack, get it heavy, get it 10 racks higher
I feel like the shit, Ronaldo brother, I'm real like Madrid
Get Messi like Lionel, spin on your vinyl
Wax, I cut facts
I'm DJ Khaled, I'm the best
Steve Waugh in the slips, still Shane Warne on a pitch
Still raw with the spit, still spin words on a pitch
Still hit verses for 6, try catch this
Bust raps with a recipe like Crusty Crab
The stars under the rock like Patrick
And the bar straight over your head
So I spit this Olympic flow, it's gymnastic
Your bars like the lips and tits of Kim, Kylie and Kris
Legit, they all plastic
Said he raps good, but he rap shit
Brother looking like an MC Catfish
Can't be stopped, can't be dropped
Like I'm Roy Jones Jr., I'm the carbon copy
Hard to stop, the juggernaut packs a punch
Run around like a Nazi zombie

[Wombat: Verse 6]
Yeh, but I'm sick of these silly cunts
Shit I'm the bitter one
Spit like a Minigun
With a bit of luck [?]
Got a mini buzz
Pick it up like a ciggie butt
Kick it in the middle of a city that is in a rush
We don't fuss
Think I give a shit?
Couldn't give a fuck
Tick us up
Gotta get a mix of the sticky bud
So they wanna mimic us
But the jig is up
[ChillinIt: Verse 7]
I'm lost in the Safari with writers block
I light the pot, still got chrome for the beef, lad
Fuck with the party
You're Microsoft
I'm Firefox
I Mac your books on a beat, lad
I space bars apart to try shift, control, alt, delete that
On keyboards I blow like C4
I tell 'em I spit raw, the whole crowd repeats that
Catch that shit like a virus, smokin' a Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the Osiris
You don't wanna touch my style
It's hench
Get clenched like pliers
I'll race car drive ya
Back into 2016
One of my bars worth 20 16’s
26 grams 26 teens
Fast forward four years here's 26 G's

[Wombat: Verse 8]
Cause I'm set to collide with the beat like a meteorite
Jeez I'm a beast I could eat 'em alive
As I'm fiend and feasting my piece of the pie
Now show me who's even competing with I
Show you who's a vegan ?
To the meat on the side like it's easy to find
Wombat's deep in the grime with the speed
And you see we compete
You we leaving behind
Oh you say
They got flows for days
You don't notice
So they're
So overplayed
Go home
I'm the dopest
There's no debate
You can't fuck with it
Go mark a bit
Cause I'm calm as I spark the spliff don't start ya shit
Yeah
Cause I'm calm as I spark the spliff don't start ya shit

[ChillinIt: Verse 9]
Raindrop, drop top
I got Migos to pass the weed
I'm not offset, but I set off with the takeoff
Probably why the hottie gotta body like Cardi B
Bob Marley, I pass the weed
Pass the tree, 'cause my lyrics are a masterpiece
You can find me in the house like I'm Ali G
And I got a motherfuckin' ounce like I'm Charlie Sheen
Fuck my ex, I can't stand her, argh
Fuck my friends, I ain't Chandler, argh
First names Blake, not Adam
See me travellin' the longest yards, I'm A. Sandler, argh
I was in a hotel loungin'
Me and Baggsy were smokin' cones
And now I'm tryna get a bag on my broken bone
I'm livin' like a rockstar like I'm Post Malone

[Wombat: Verse 10]
Wombat's back better know
Wombat's back better know
I get ready for the cycle, gotta hand steady
Ned Kelly with the rifle
Give me a second to set
Get it right cool
Heading for ya belly and I'm ready for survival
Wrecking any others
They're my enemies and rival's
I'm not ya regular fella I'm headed for their vitals
By now should definitely heard of me
By now it's an urgent emergency
Right now I'm determined to murder the scene
Til' I'm murked and I'm burnt to the third degree
Coz the serpents have heard that it's purgery
You wanna talk back but they boy can't rap
They will get gassed like a surgery
When the verse gets trapped in ya circuitry

[ChillinIt: Verse 11]
Blake be hard when he spray the bar
Jump on the mic get strung like a bass guitar
Chase the art till I make my mark
While the crews chopsticks like an asian bar
New bars pop tops like Toohey's
Jump on a beat get chopped
Suey
Rock and I roll till the systems are down
I'm it like the clown run it up like Fui
Moi Moi smoke to my lungs
Never had a brother that has broken my trust
I'd head back to nerve's with ten packs of bourbon
And rack up with girls that were smokin the buds
Nah
Passion like fruit
Weed in the back of my boot
Still back at my dudes
Can't stop with the ragabond dues
Till we hit primetime on the channel 9 news

[Wombat: Verse 12]
Uh
What's that
Wombat ain't nothin' but a bong rat
I've been kickin' back sniff a bit of rack with the comrades
Wiff it in a flash then I'm off track
Still gettin' skippy with the rap
Got em' thinkin' that I'm pippin' off of crack but alas I'm not on that
I gotta hit em' with the facts... Drop back
What ya thinkin' that we're whack
Stop that
Wait wait
Don't try with me
Man I burn CD's like piracy
Said I burn CD's as I burn these trees
I just burnt 3 g's with Flylacine
When I murk these beats I be killing it
Man I burn CD's for the thrill of it
Said I burn CD's as I burn these trees
I just burnt 3 g's as I'm kicking it with ChillinIt

[ChillinIt: Verse 13]
Still pull shots off like Ponting
Bad bitch with the pound of the Qonting
I scream like Bubble o Bill
When I bubble up bills that's the sound of the bong rips
Still sip knots in the mosh pit
Drop tunes like I'm Dr. Sushi
But me and Wombat go Dr. Dre
Rock the Jay
While the bitch sip Vodka Cruisers
My name is not Don
Chill chill the fuck are you from
Kill bill the team is locked on
Offside you get ya knocked on
Ain't rugby league but I fucked the team
Thrown over the sideline knocked out
Fifty cups get kicked for touch and found dead while I try get dropped out
But brudda I'm way better give a fuck like I'm running it up like Dave Klemmer
No cheese but I'm cutting it up to make cheddar
Got the bitch in the back of the car like aye brudda
In Canberra might Raid ya
Not even the ref's gon' save ya
Front page on a metro paper
With pupils bigger than a techno raver

[Wombat: Verse 14]
Bruh
I've been gettin' gassed up
Chat shit ya get smacked up
Wombat calm down for a sec just relax brah
Fuck that I'll go spaz cunt
Nah I'm just kiddin' man I've been in a jam since I went and hit the piss again and been sniffin' grams
But I've gotten' crook as well but ya couldn't tell
Murder the riddim in a hearse lookin' shook as hell
Merlin the wizard spit a verse with a book of spells

[ChillinIt: Verse 15]
Get away in a fast car like Tracy Chapman
So fast I broke the cars rictor
Still drop bars that could make you backflip
We blaze up so cops they try pinch ya
Pop 2 M's but A, they can’t clinch ya
Land lord Evicted, cold since last winter
Whenever man drops the beat, the bars hit ya
Fans go stomp there feet, like barmtizfah
Cheques are due (jew) but I'm Hitler
The whole crowed gets gassed
Double Entendre, I run the genre
Monster with the Ink like Mike Wizowski
Mics around me, Cameras and lights surround me
I MIGHT BE CRAZY, MIGHT BE LAZY
I SLEEP DAILY, but nights are rowdy
Til' ya bitch gets slept like Ronda Rousey
When she fuck with the strains like a physiotherapist
Neck rocks till it breaks ya spine
Hey Hater, Why you be lookin like K Slater
Surf my vibes for the wave to ride
I make paper, never rest, make the climb
I use weed as the medicine, make the vibes
What do U F's C me, Dana White
I blaze a mic and set ya whole place alight
CHILL CHILL

[Wombat: Verse 16]
Wombat's back with the flow
Pack me a cone
Stacked a whole rack up my nose
Hacking the coke stashed and the packets are dope
Back with the match crank gas and the blow
Now I’m travelling back up the coast
[?] and the shackles are broke
And my habits are gross
Knackered but having a go
Coz these rappers are actors alone
Man I hate the scene, coz the flows are
Sicker than the mozart picking up a painter scheme
We stay blazing green when I smoke up with us but choke up
Hittin' on Asian weed
You’re not a blazer
You’re a whack cunt
Wombat and chill coming back on the spaz one
Spit it ?
Living in a rut thinking fuck like
Stick it in a cunt like a blunt knife

[ChillinIt: Verse 17]
My grandpops caught a one way flight
Straight out of Beirut
Now your grandson live a one way life
Probably making your bae root
I got MDMA In a plastic draw
And plastic caps I wrap in elastic balls
You wanna be a hero fantastic four
It’s my party, top of the rope like Jeff hardy
Get hyped on the mic recording I’m a lyrical
Thriller it's Armageddon gorillas in time I get it I get it
Coz’ my life is boring and I play with the ball like Michael Jordan
Aye aye 420 family
Aye aye 420 family
Aye aye 420 family
Aye aye 420 family