The Message Lyrics

The Message - Onefour

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This call is originating from the correctional complex (Gotcha)

It's Cellyonefour from the Western Sydney

I've been remanded on that lock down

Free Freddy, Free Lebby, Free Me, Free Rondo, Free Justin, Free Zefs, Free Tha Seventy

Free Tha Onefour, soon home

JM I'm a Onefour veteran

Boss of my hood 'cause I back my section (I will)

When I met them streets and slapped that thing, lad I knew I found my obsession

Had me running the ball no question

Swear any opp I saw I pressed him

Either Cell, YP or Lekks couldn't leave his chest without no injection

Onefour we've been puttin' in work, since knee high, them days on the curb

Now I'm proud to say to this day forward that the 7 put an opp on his shirt (he did)

Just fill up the car and urch, got things on hips watch opps disperse

I back my shank and you pull yours and see who will take off first (who?)

Don't whinge or cry, like MizorMac go grip and ride

Have your team all wet and wild right when my crew bring clips and slide

Wanna talk them clips then try (try)

This is a different side

You boys just bitch and hide

Come out and ride for your friend 'cause someone got dipped and shh

And someone got dipped and shh (hmm)

Get down when I grip that steel, hands up when I bring that hammer (hands up)

Come through when I pull that ching, have your head face down like a south west ganga

Onefour we ain't got no manners, only if you test my crew

If you ain't apart of this beef and you wanna talk shit you can get some too

See me eating well, pulled out my ching for my show and tell

Call me Festus when you hear the bell

I'll be wrecking opps like I'm Wreck-It-Ralph

We on the block so there ain't no fouls

I'll be scoring points when I kick 'em out

I'm on the road and it's getting loud, when you see me approach take another route

I'm on the high from the Ganja

My sticky can put you down under

These opps are broke, can't affiliate

They're the types to go half on a bumper

The coco got me feeling jumpy, rolled the dice and got stuck in Jumanji

Getting triple digits like I'm Scotty Pippen whippin' in the kitchen, Gordon Ramsay

Ooh, know that I'm down for the two-double-seven-O

Die for my set, you already know

Knocking them down like they're dominoes (uhh)

I know that they know that Spenny's about to blow

All of my dubs coming in a row

But I'm still writing raps on my broken phone

Retaliation is a must, ain't no maybe, ifs or buts

We took numerous trips round there but lad that something I can't discuss (no way)

I don't wanna end up in cuffs (ugh)

We heartless wrong or right regardless yeah I'ma back my blood

Shh got got and he left his uzzo

Shit and he's still out talking tough (hah)

They don't know about taking risks

Them big lads they're made for this

We invest in shanks and shivs and if there's beef we taking trips

I can't call them opps, lad we beefing flops

I got friends, looking at 10, you watched yours getting put in a box (put in a box)

Who wants smoke? (who?) 

They don't want smoke, trust me mothers them boys ain't ready

21 what? But one got knocked, ha, I guess that makes them 20

Free up Freddy and Lebs (free Em), plus my coey Deacon Chef

Making moves while them boys follow

Playing these games like Simon says

They call me chingy not cause of the way I squint my eyes (aye, aye)

When things get iffy, then I'm known to wave and just swing my knife (ching, ching)

When it goes in em then I push the blade a few few more times (push it)

Two-seven drill 'em them boys victims they don't ride, just bitch and lie (haha)

We twist up while them boy just dancing

Strictly shiv and shankin' (ching) 

And push that sword like captain step on deck and plank 'em

Too much talk, but no action, they came for women I'm not here romancing (no way)

I'll use anything just to get the win, I don't take no chances (aye)

Don't step on the field cause weapons of steel are used to play this game (don't step, don't step)

Don't be leaving your home 'cause set in the stone is where you'll see your name

If I lack when I'm out then I'll stomp till I see his brains

Leave these pavements stains

I'll do it again and again

Do it again and again. (hmm, hmm)

That's reckless shivings

If it's done by me, cell, b-do YP, then lad there ain't no difference

Don't pull out for decoration, this thing goes all in 'em

That's vicious drillin's, opposite, victims out on a mission

Souls go missing, I love just fucking twisting