I'm Turning Pale

The holy grail, I'm running like a snail

They trail, I'm turning pale, all hail

I'm like the ghost of Fukushima, still none meaner, cos I am living in pastures that are just cleaner

The holy grail, I'm running like a snail

They trail, I'm turning pale, all hail

I'm like the ghost of Fukushima, still none meaner, cos I am living in pastures that are just cleaner

It's like an electric shock, I'm giving spasms to the block, no hotter hip hop

I'm clipping and clocking, bigger than Batman or Robin, I'm rocking, non-stopping, there will be no double crossing

Humans in their graves tossing, I'm tick and tocking, gals just blocking, what chew reckon? Accents not mocking, I'm not flossing, I'm rapping purely original, Donny Digits I'm up in digital, all for the aboriginals

Some would call me a criminal but I'm all heart, no mind, I'm forgivable but still they won't forgive me, it's not forgivable, I'm in Melbourne City the most livable, now whose gonna come at me with any syllables, in rhymes I'm impenetrable, your pitiful