Australian Gangster by The Tongue Lyrics
[Hook:]
You ain't no Australian gangster
He's really trying to act all Australian gangster?
No such thing as Australian gangsters when the heart dies down
You ain't no Australian gangster
He's really trying to act all Australian gangster?
No such thing as Australian gangsters when the heart dies down
Chopper Read popped a few and so did Neddy Smith
Ned Kelly couldn't stand it when they shot him in the hips
We arrived here as criminals with shotties in our grips
Pommy government put us on that genocide tip
Mass massacre, same trick they pulled down in Africa
That's real gangster shit cause someone got away with it
Somebody profited and someone's gotta pay for it
Now, that's a lot of sums to a chump doing laboring
Looking for a way out of the Bi-Lo lifestyle
Trying to stack books up and step up his profile
He figures that he'll split a sack of pingas with his cousin
And fling 'em to the kids downtown by the dozen
Pulls a hundred grand in six months, he's buzzing
Diamonds and pearls for all the girls he's fucking
Next thing you know, a lot of mouths start running
Seems like the constable's found out something
A dawn raid, a court date, they got him in check, mate
Second day in prison, took a knife to the breastplate
Tries to fight back, but they keep surrounding him
Feels the Australian gangster leaking out of him
[Hook]
Now, on the mic I blap-blap like Ivan Milat
Alan Bond your street cred, now what you think of that?
You got the mind of a killer just because you strapped
Or a licence to talk trash just because you rap
There's your whip, there's your chain, you're a slave to the image
Trying to change the reflection by changing the mirrors
Never met a gangster that rapped
Just rappers that act like gangsters who don't know how to act
Through the map, the stats just aren't in your favor
If you live by the sword, then you die by the sabre
I need a better reason to meet my maker
Gotta set the alarm so that one day you wake up
And I know you're on a roll
But even the brightest gang-stars can end up as black holes
That's why my lyrics stay legal as Ritalin
The hip-hop cops are out to imprison me
Correctional facility where nothing's correct
Filled with Underbelly extras with tatts on their neck
That's a fate worse than death to any man with a mind
Time to take a step back from that thin blue line
And tell 'em
[Hook]
[Spoken:]
Yo, shout-outs to all my real Australian gangsters
The Bandidos, Woolworths
Malcolm Turnbull, Church of Scientology, Starbucks...
You know what's up
Enjoy your little gangster careers while they last, man
You ain't no Australian gangster
He's really trying to act all Australian gangster?
No such thing as Australian gangsters when the heart dies down
You ain't no Australian gangster
He's really trying to act all Australian gangster?
No such thing as Australian gangsters when the heart dies down
Chopper Read popped a few and so did Neddy Smith
Ned Kelly couldn't stand it when they shot him in the hips
We arrived here as criminals with shotties in our grips
Pommy government put us on that genocide tip
Mass massacre, same trick they pulled down in Africa
That's real gangster shit cause someone got away with it
Somebody profited and someone's gotta pay for it
Now, that's a lot of sums to a chump doing laboring
Looking for a way out of the Bi-Lo lifestyle
Trying to stack books up and step up his profile
He figures that he'll split a sack of pingas with his cousin
And fling 'em to the kids downtown by the dozen
Pulls a hundred grand in six months, he's buzzing
Diamonds and pearls for all the girls he's fucking
Next thing you know, a lot of mouths start running
Seems like the constable's found out something
A dawn raid, a court date, they got him in check, mate
Second day in prison, took a knife to the breastplate
Tries to fight back, but they keep surrounding him
Feels the Australian gangster leaking out of him
[Hook]
Now, on the mic I blap-blap like Ivan Milat
Alan Bond your street cred, now what you think of that?
You got the mind of a killer just because you strapped
Or a licence to talk trash just because you rap
There's your whip, there's your chain, you're a slave to the image
Trying to change the reflection by changing the mirrors
Never met a gangster that rapped
Just rappers that act like gangsters who don't know how to act
Through the map, the stats just aren't in your favor
If you live by the sword, then you die by the sabre
I need a better reason to meet my maker
Gotta set the alarm so that one day you wake up
And I know you're on a roll
But even the brightest gang-stars can end up as black holes
That's why my lyrics stay legal as Ritalin
The hip-hop cops are out to imprison me
Correctional facility where nothing's correct
Filled with Underbelly extras with tatts on their neck
That's a fate worse than death to any man with a mind
Time to take a step back from that thin blue line
And tell 'em
[Hook]
[Spoken:]
Yo, shout-outs to all my real Australian gangsters
The Bandidos, Woolworths
Malcolm Turnbull, Church of Scientology, Starbucks...
You know what's up
Enjoy your little gangster careers while they last, man