[Scratches: DJ Hacksaw]
"Run, run, run" "You better head for the hills"
"Run"
"Run, run, run" "You better head for the hills"
"Hacksaw on the wheels of steel"

[Verse 1: LevelHeaded]
It's train of thought from the highland, so gather round
While we rap for crowds, smashin' the clowns with bangin' sounds
[?] to be the ultimate goal of a rocker
See your rhymes are properly put to rust against my Corroboree
I ain't no Chopper Read [?] she cock-eyed
Some MCs act like cartoons, fuckin' Yogi Bear and Popeye
You're a sailor-man, saved all your plans, don't even start this
I'll be forced to take you out like Gillespie bowlin' on target
With a hard-hittin' original stylе that's under lock and key
I'll pay the cost of hip-hop [?] to drop my philosophiеs
So show some fuckin' respect, [?] relatively severed, kid
If knowledge is benefit, the lesson is LevelHeaded [?]

[Verse 2: Slats]
Man, you're bottom shelf, [?] you can't have the flyest raps
You prolapse when I rush into your booth with Venus flytraps
I'm five laps ahead, you can't last within this marathon
I'm movin' through the masses, takin' heads like I was Aragorn
[?] I'm placin' upon the paper
Incinerator [?] blazin' wankers into vapours
I'll see you later, [?] spitting out this vocal rhythmics
Gettin' [?] while the critics jerk off on each other's pin dicks
Transfixed on this, I'm comin' hard like our boy [?]
I cripple tracks and move your head until you get a hunchback
[?] I be Slats, you're too slow, pal
I'm rhymin' with the Hoods (That's right, Slats), so you can guess my fuckin' locale
[Verse 3: Suffa]
Man, I battle on the wax like (Uh) it's a game of sport (Sport)
Then I rattle over tracks like I'm a train of thought (Thought)
I came to torch (Torch) MCs, man, you have to run
We don't bomb with markers, bomb with tattoo guns
With a style you can't change like first impressions
I burst in sessions, and give the crowd their money's worth in lessons
There's certain essence that can't be topped, tamed or taught
Suffa MC, third carriage on the train of thought

[Verse 4: [?]]
All right
What, kid? So you didn't think that I'd rock shit (Ha)
The clock ticks, you talk a lot of shit, but can't stop this
Say what, bitch? I feel you need to take a look at procedures (Yeah)
Either start again or shut your mouth and just be seated
This double-edged axe, the kind you keep away from maniacs
[?] swingin' from the south, you hear war cries, see quick attacks
Consider facts and watch yourself when steppin' the Hoods and T.o.T.
Youth and experience, combined with originality
Delivery so hot you spontaneously combust
And I'll be provokin' flames until ya burned to a crust
I'm certain to bust, leave you feelin' less of a man
An unbeatable plan like movin' heads with a battering ram

[Verse 5: [?]]
Cheah
I'm taking out contenders, inflicting judgement on pretenders
My presence lethally injects one line with death sentences
Electric, you're pathetic, my charge you'll measure
[?] brains, numbin' the pain like Hannibal "The Cannibal" Lecter
Now check this agenda, eight relentless representers
It's evident your shit scared like Rob [?]
Dare to step? Step to Dare the Nemesis, you brown-nosers
Stop polishing [?] wake up and smell the roses
Your raps lack balls like male mannequins, I'm panickin'
MCs to their knees, [?] prayers at the Hills Vatican
This rap shit ain't challengin', just borderline embarrassin'
The copious amount of kids that I be fuckin' damagin'
[Verse 6: Pressure]
Enemies get hunted for me love for sport
'Cause under law the wack get plundered, torched [?]
Their screams get drowned by thunder roars
This stage is a battleground, Suffa, sound the drums of war
We came to claim our name as everlasting martyrs
But this art is heartless, and so your departing gasp is
Buried in unmarked graves [?]
As I throw your heart and carcass to a ravage pack of starving artists
[?] ways to fight man
As days and nights drag [?]
[?] lay waste where I stand
[?] battle [?] hopeless, so just raise your white flag