Bold Digger
[Verse 1: Seed MC]
'Cause I'm the bold digger, givin' cats cold shivers
My raps hold rivers, exact pulse [?]
I'm the bold digger, the solider holding triggers
Over holes and ditches, the pulse [?]
Sewn in the lawn next to weeds and thorns; Seed is born
And even though the freeze is on, the breeze is warm
I march forward; the commanding officer from Melbourne
Part of four people that formed [?] keeping it raw
[?], I'm gonna reach for the door
Walk out and explore the mountains and the watercourse
Auditoriums we rock, the audience leaps up
And jumps to the boogie woogie jam, and we speak up
"Come on everybody, I'm renowned for killing speakers!"
I step up to the mic and put all ya ills at ease
It's a nice passtime, you be needing my rhyme
Like Tassie needs a [?]
This a speech for minds
Cheeks and behinds and Greeks and ravines, man
I [?] with the vines
I'll bash flows out so sick, I'll give you rheumatism
Make ya seasick when I [?] with spoonerisms
Get [?] and jealous with my [?]
Key shift and make diggers believe it's a symphony
I [?] when you enter my vicinity
I represent the symmetry from Sydney to Sicily
Makin' ya dream vividly
I've been putting these flows down at Fat Logic
'Cause this is true life and my crew is on it
From wheels to bonnet, down to the interior
You hearin' me now?
I'm not hearin' ya
Mad bouts of hysteria
From pubs to theaters, now
Subs to [?], what's that? Now I'm hearin' ya
[Bridge]
Come on!
[Verse 2: Joelistics]
To all my inner city soldiers; Seeds from all cultures
The lounge room stoners on sofas from [?]
The nameless sages and the up-and-comers
On stages [?] breaking out of their cages
To all my sound system terrorists
I'm a midnight maruader runnin' game, gettin' perilous
For all my ragamuffins and rap cousins
My family who called it gettin' drunk and disorderly
I strike a match just to see what catch
And practice this rap so other rappers react
I'm not the baddest, I'm just another catalyst
An artist who sparks this hotter than an arsonist
And with the [?] I grab this rhyme book and I ink this
I'm restless, my own worst nemesis
So let me etch my sketch, paint my picture
Perfect my process to engulf your senses, 'cause
Well, the thing is, that's where the sting is
I'll gauge your intelligence and tell you what's irrelevant
You can tell me I am full of it and fooled you into feeling it
Whatever you grasp, I'ma still keep dealing it
So holler if you feelin' it
'Cause natrually, this country is packed with convicts
From prisoner, parliament; where the PM sits
It's the same antics, different semantics
All bets are off, 'cause the game is fixed
I can't believe I even need to put this in context
Anyone with half a brain knows from the onset
The system is corrupt from bottom to top
Politician, lawyer, judge, bank robber or cop
I don't want ya money but I do want change
I'll keep writing these raps and expressing my rage
From the days when the rays burn to when the leaves fall
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