Colours

Colours
What up, Hunter? Stay up, yeah, yeah
Big up Canteen
It's a first, Sydney representin'
Take a look at us
It's easy to see we ain't no gangbangers
But my crew keep it tighter than a bandana (bandana)
I know a dude who flow smooth like Santana
Tongue, tell 'em where you at, it's like that, and

[?] T.N.T type of rapper on the track
Rep my colours as a matter of a fact
[?] like The Roots, but I'm past depression (uh-huh)
That's too depressin', I'm in a new dimension
So write your name on the blackboard, class in session
[?] dangerous mind, better blast your weapon
You posse can't stop me or these Elefant rap guys
Beat up the alphabet, even our P's have black eyes
We got [?] to keep the blood pumpin'
Runs red like the dust at the heart of the country
Red gum in a burn-off, even the Earth's hot
Our summer's [?] with an extreme fire warnin' (what?)
The colour of danger, the colour of stop signs
And no entry, red rag to a bull, so tempting (uh-huh)
[?] drive it till the petty light flashes empty
Red light, love, war, passion and energy
"Got blue and black, 'cause I likes to chill
And yellow and green when it's time to get ill"
I blackout under stage lights
Red alert, red alert, here to slay mics
You wanna 'bout the colours in question, none are exceptions
All of 'em make one part of the spectrum
From the gutter to the greenroom (tell 'em, yeah)
If you got the blues let it be, dude (uh-huh)
This is an open house, no less than
One colour, one part of the spectrum

It's the colour of chronic, slang for [?] cash
Camouflage [?] Joey crack rap shit
Jealous ones envy
Crusin' in a Camry, but eyeing off a Bentley
Never got the green light, pull into the BP
[?] oil spill, market it as tree leaves
[?] needs me, sick, not around the gills
Shoulder to shoulder, six strong build, believe me
We'll be whistling a new tune
I'm true blue
When I say this type of track happens once in a blue moon
(That's rarely) I rock high tops, not suede shoes
IPod playin' Mrs Billie Holiday croonin' (yeah, yeah)
Colour of the cops when they're walkin' the beat
It's the same as the sky when you lyin' at the beach
Hermitude, Tongue, Urthboy and O.B
Plus me, shoutouts to Canteen
I blackout under stage lights
Red alert, red alert, here to slay mics
You wanna 'bout the colours in question, none are exceptions
All of 'em make one part of the spectrum
From the gutter to the greenroom (tell 'em, yeah)
If you got the blues let it be, dude (let it be, dude)
This is an open house, no less than
One colour, one part of the spectrum (one part of the spectrum)

Yes, yes
Kid Solo
Elefant Traks
Twenty-ten, signing out now