[Intro]
What it is? Check it out, it's Briggs. Live from Alice Springs: the red centre. My cousin's been drivin' me around... I can't show his face though otherwise he will get the sack. Peace to Newsense for the tag. f*ckin' sick f*ck. I hope you washed your hands, son. So, um, everyone smashed it, so I guess it's my turn. Check it out
[Verse]
Live from the N.T
Red centre is the place I'll tag an MC
Newsense repped for the bodily functions
I'm thinkin' I'll kick it with the f*ckin' bumpkin
But never second guess the country
They got rednecks, twenty-twos in the front seat
Missin' their front teeth, antenna like ten feet
Acca dacca in the six stacker, trust me
f*ck a rap, I don't even like verses
And f*ck a cypher, I don't even like circles
f*ck a show, f*ck rehearsals
And I f*ck this beat 'til it's blue, black and purple
[?] the legend now, it's authentic
Bias B, son, representin'
Lucky number seven, my time is up
So I'ma kick this back to the original [?], what up, Hunt?
[Outro]
Hunter, SBX, I'm taggin' you in, son. You're number eight. Sendin' this joint back to the west. So, um, just go get 'em, son. [?] Shout out to the Golden Era fam: Hilltop Hoods, Funkoars, Vents One. You know what the deal is. This is Briggs, signing off from the desert, son