My Time - Authorised

It’s Rave

I’ve said it all before, I’m not freestyling

My mind just re-calls like I’m speed dialling

Why’s everybody wanna cease the ceasfire

We return candles and flowers, but we keep violence

Stop the silence, like we can’t breathe

I’m here to open your eyes like TED

Always trying to improvise with the rhyme so I guess you could

Call me that Guy Coma from the BBC, Uh

We fall back on our black, white, black, white, black formation

And a bust a track at the train station

We’re the real rail network, forget about our net worth

Get the heat check on us trail blazing

Standing in line, like we’re in the navy

Said I’m the real one standing like I’m slim shady

I’m all dressed in a bright high vis vest and I take a step forth I’m the real

fake tradie

Damn straight, this a scare campaign

Not political, enough with the fake handshakes, we’re the

Fix it crew with shhh to do but not temporary cover like another bands-aid

(Bridge)

I’m waiting, still waiting, uh

Remain patient, now let’s go

Now I might be slow at everything else

At least I know about myself

This time I’ll go without no help

Now it’s my time, my time

Now I might be slow at everything else

At least I know about myself

This time I’ll go without no help

Now it’s my time, my time

Uh, tell the teleprompter to go and send word to me

Referring solely on the screen like I’m Burgandy

Inadvertently swerving, while I spit this serpentine sermon

That’ll hit you verbally vermin, and I split you surgically serving

I’m back at it a rap addict that’s here to attack any whack rapper

Inadequate and incapable of.

.. Adding the mathematics

Ain’t heard of that classic?

Tragic

I’m so shocked that I stand static

Enough of the same old claims, that you own the throne

Seen the same old lines like a home phone, and I don’t know

What tell you, will you go back to rap school, man I hope so

Give me another condescending tone

And I’m sending ten con men to your home

Put you in a black Benz and, jet you off to the Middle East for 60 minutes

Have you flying round in a no fly zone, uh

Man I’m so Barbaric, you could probably find me at the local sports bar

Screaming in my footy colours like get the ball grab it

I’m so charismatic, no wait, I meant car asthmatic

Like when I’m smiling with my shades through the window of the commodore got my

blue inhaler in the automatic a manic mechanic I’m up in the attic and I’m

sitting as high as an addict

(Bridge)

I’m waiting, still waiting, uh

Remain patient, now let’s go

Now I might be slow at everything else

At least I know about myself

This time I’ll go without no help

Now it’s my time, my time

Now I might be slow at everything else

At least I know about myself

This time I’ll go without no help

Now it’s my time, my time, my time, my time