Beats By The Pound

[Chorus]
We don't know what you want, but we got it in the trunk
We sell these beats by the pound
Rain or Hail or Snow, we always make the show
We sell these beats by the pound

[Verse 1: Evil Eddie]
I'm selling beats by the pound and we don't have to prove it
Bounce, no fucking around, we're moving units
I drink two nips and a brew before I tune chicks
Dutch courage is encouragement to do shit
Hit you with the new shit as often as possible
A roster full of gigs and my lyrics unstoppable
Back to back putting raps to tracks
Package it and wrapping it in plastic bags
And like maxi pads, it's that time of the month (Eddiе)
The show is heavy flow and locals soaking it up
Keep smoking your blunts and get wrеcked to the track
I'm one of three and D.N.O. and Nick is spitting raps
Shit, kicking back to the flow on the intro
For info, giving River City a window
I'm like Sheriff Lindo putting it down
It's dub for the masses, beats by the pound

[Chorus]
We don't know what you want, but we got it in the trunk
We sell these beats by the pound
Rain or Hail or Snow, we always make the show
We sell these beats by the pound

[Verse 2: Nick 1, Evil Eddie]
Beats by the pound, break it down to the ounce
Got the bag in my shoe, yo, I'm ready to bounce
Got the ill shit (Got what you need)
I got the mad fucking ism for your ears to bleed
(Can I get an LP?) Nah, I just got weed
Not a metaphor for rhythm, it's the marijuana seed
To the plant, to the rag, to the bowl, to the lung
To the brain, to the beat, to the funk that I brung
(Hey, Nick 1) Eddie, shut the fuck up, man
Pass me the scale, we gotta cut up and
Sell drugs, man, that's what's happening
Forget about beats, forget about rapping and
Snapping in the clippers with the quality shit
A six shooter packed up with stoned knowledge and spit
That will demolish your clique, quick, pass me the snippers
Clip your bags, scales, money clips, roll thick with trippers
Sip a bit and slip it back to the back of the braincells
We got medication to release where the pain dwells
The name's well known with the baddest breath
Bong scrapped like custody, black death

[Chorus]
We don't know what you want, but we got it in the trunk
We sell these beats by the pound
Rain or Hail or Snow, we always make the show
We sell these beats by the pound

[Bridge: D.N.O.]
Yo, one two
D.N.O
Evil Eddie
Nick 1
Butterfingers
How we do? (Good, thanks D.N.O.)

[Verse 3: D.N.O., Evil Eddie]
Getting butter on my fingers breaking bread with crews
Techniques? I got twelve-hundred twenty-two
Catch TZUs, then I get up, rock that
Can't remember all the beers or forget all the girls I've knocked back
Backstage, way back, with way Good Buddha
Peep the scene like a cop with your hood up
Bouncers bounce, triple As get put up
The pound's the sound, the jig's up, this the big stuff
Though I flow through snow, not so much
(Delta, November, Oscar) Go nuts
Rain, hail, gripping a pale ale
(what’s well travelled and fresh?) Me, and the graff on the state rail
Working and gigging, living and swigging
To "Beats By The Pound" in Brisbane
I hit the road, Jack, always go back
Drop a rhyme, play nine at your local goat track
Scribbling shit in my notepad
While I'm hitting stages from homebake to womad (Stoned as)
Valley tripping, the blurred visionary
Always play the show but never show up early
It's clear, yo, through your stereo
Dope however you cut it, in metric or imperial
Rock steady with Eddie, mi amigo
Beats by the pound, snares by the kilo