The Menu

by MC Pete

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released August 22, 2013

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Track Name: The Menu (Intro)
Chicken wings / Shepparton
Pancakes / Hip Hop
French toast / Goulburn Valley Collect
Lasagna / MC Pete
BBQ chicken pizza / The Sleepwalker
Sushi rolls / The Sleeping Bag
Lamb kebabs / The Dawg House
Mi Goreng noodles / Spanna MC
KFC 3 Piece Feed / Thirstin Howl The 3rd
Fried dim sims / 912
Medium rare steak with garlic butter and sweet chilli sauce
HOT DOGS / SHEPP CUNTS
CHICKEN CARBONARA / SWIGGAZ WITH ATTITUDE
CHICKEN PARMIGIANA / YAHOO
CHICKEN KIEV / OZ HIP HOP
CHICKEN NUGGETS / HARDCORE SHIT
CHICKEN BURRITO / FUCK THE RADIO
CHICKEN-IN-A-BISCUIT / FUCK THE CENSORS
CHICKEN DRUMETTES / FUCK EVERYBODY
FUCKIN CHARCOAL CHICKEN WITH CHIPS AND GRAVY

....I'm so fuckin hungry right now man...
Track Name: Blamm
My shit is tasty, finger licking
I'm down to eat a fucking kilogram of chicken
I'm down by law and down to fuck
You seen my show before, half your luck
You seen my show before you know what's up

I get the does son, I'm the Big Buck
And you got bad aim kid, your vision's fucked
So you can't shoot me down, I just stay up
I kick my root down, it's not a put down
I put my root down, bring the roof roof down

They say that the beats rhymes and flows
Done like Bin Laden, died a long time ago
If hip hop's dying please let me know
And won't you come and resuscitate a bro
Should let it die then rebuild it later bro

These kids on Facebook, they got two faces
Yo it's a gay look, check into places
Check in your home there, I check the map good
When you're not home there, go get your Macbook
Go to your home there, you get your crap took

These hip hop acts, inverted commas
They fuckin' soft and wack, straight sing-a-longers
But it's no problem kid, we stay on this shit
We make the proper shit and never chill on it
Steve Monaghetti kid, I go the distance

We only make the real shit like BLAMM
We don't fit into this biz like BLAMM
We're happy to be dismissed like BLAMM
Sent to the underground and then we stay there
'Cause we don't fuck around and we don't play there
Track Name: Looking Back
Yo Pete kicks it like this
All feeble MCs can suck my dick
But enough of that
You heard a South Shepp rapper get reflective on a track now?

Lets take it back to St Mels Primary
Coppin' it from Mrs Mega-blaster in the library
And Mr Wans, he was straight runnin shit
That Dutch motherfucker put fear in kids
In grade 1 I met my friend Devinder
Him and his man Jadgit came over from India
'Vinder joined my class with Miss Boschetti
I remember him and Juggy cried at thier first assembly
Now I was best friends with Pieter Van Taarling
The big school bully always gettin' me in trouble
My friends in school, they were outcasts
Always playin' up, gettin' kicked out of class
But I hung with the cool kids after hours
So my friendships spread like wild flowers
Down with everyone cos I was nice like that
I loved happy pants and my Chicago Bulls hat
Nike and Starter were my favourite brands
Michael Jackson, Guns & Roses were my favourite bands
My best friend was Chris Leonard from Burwood Ave
Oh man the good times we had

Lookin' forwards lookin' back, we've come a long way down the track
We got a long way left to go, lookin' forwards lookin' back

My old school BMX days were old from the jet
'Cause my Mum wouldn't buy me a flashy BMX
Got my next door neighbours old Repco
With Diamond Back stickers, fake from the get-go
But I was rockin mad Skyway Tuffs
They were old school since before we were growin' up
Later on I got into skating
That's skateboards, not fruit boot rollerblading
Now high school was the time to be alive
Male teens just dream of sex day and night
Yeah, and Notre Dame boasts tons of hot chicks
I'd rather forget Ben Price doin' cock tricks
Started a band with my two best buds
A Waste Of Space, NO REFUNDS
You don't get far with a punk rock attitude
And gig organisers always mad at you
Had some psycho girlfriends, or so the song said
Now I've ended up with the best one in the end
I got through school by the skin of my arse
And then Year 12 seemed a little extra hard
When Jason Egan died crashing his car
And Josh MacGibbon drove into that truck
And who could have known that in 5 years time
My mate Millsy would take his own life, nah

Lookin' forwards lookin' back, we've come a long way down the track
We got a long way left to go, lookin' forwards lookin' back

Since I turned 18, I lived at the pub
The Sherbourne, Full House or Yahoobar
Mum hassled me to go look for jobs all day
So I just went to Dowdy's and hung with my mates
Fingered a few chicks in the Yahoo toilets
That's when my cock-blockin' mates didn't spoil it
Now these were the days when I still rode my bike
Me and Pugzly Pain repped hard for Southside
At Briggs's we recorded raps on tapes
Dr. Dre produced most the tracks that we laced
Music to us has always been fun
Mizta Meana, On Tap, 2001

Lookin' forwards lookin' back, we've come a long way down the track
We got a long way left to go, lookin' forwards lookin' back
Track Name: Place To Be
Put ya put ya put ya put ya hands up
MC Pete takes to the stage, bring my fans up
Fill the floor to the door, full of fuckin bad cunts
Track 1, track 2, track 3, we kill 'em all
I drop that shit from the heart so you feel it more
High in the air, stick up, my vuvuzela horn
Suck on the Carlton Draught stubs all day til dawn
Show the dumb cunts how it's done, then later on

After the beat down on beats, kick my feet up
If you analyse the spits and the kicks, you'll see the cheaters
Rigi-nigi with the lyrics and beats, like a snowflake
Individual and unique, no clones mate
No copy-cats like Daryll Lee Cullum, Harry Connick style
When I hear the track I go dumbin', E-40 time
Brain blackout I hear nothin', full coma rhymes
Hands in the air, get down, it's standover time!

Aws! can ya match it
Hard with the 16
Force fed the action
Gargle, we spit clean
Dope, did ya pick it
Solo, the kid's team
Clothes is my shit bitch
Polo, my kicks clean

Ay yo I claim my piece, by the lake in Shepp
My foes lay deceased while I take my steps
And as I walk these streets and I make a left
I see my place to be is on the stage I'm set

Put ya put ya put ya put ya hands down
And put your fuckin neck out of place to the man's sound
Suds after workin all day, man down
Got the cards for the free drinks mate, hand-outs
Hit the slops til the kid is sloshed
Sip the Grolsch, shot the nips of Scotch, while drinkin pots
But now dead the binge cuz, bang the beats
Slow the drinks bruz, you better rap that heat
My philosophy, from the bar stool Aristotle
I got it out the way young, done emptied every bottle
Still slurp on the turps no doubt,
Just the morrow morn not scorned, I've worked it out
So I'ma be great then the greatest will listen
Like Chris Judd superstar bumpin The Comission
So willing, on a mission of precision, hit the rythm
Cut the ribbon with the spittin now I'm livin', God bring it

Aws! can ya match it
Hard with the 16
Force fed the action
Gargle, we spit clean
Dope, did ya pick it
Solo, the kid's team
Clothes is my shit bitch
Polo, my kicks clean

Ay yo I claim my piece, by the lake in Shepp
My foes lay deceased while I take my steps
And as I walk these streets and I make a left
I see my place to be is on the stage I'm set
Track Name: Don't Worry
Don't worry if they, if they fall, fall
Never touch the ground at all

He was at Special School, but not for extra chromos
No disability, just too much of a no-no
Reality his distraction, with Dad actin homo
Fucked his brother several times, but nobody knows though
Confusion brewed agression, he couldn't understand
Couldn't focus on lessons, with what was happenin in fam
Tell his story to the sheltered, there's no way they could swallow
Every single moment's hellish, today and tomorrow
Like his cousin and his buddy, stoned for 30 hours
Then his cousin shanked his buddy with a bottle in the shower
He said he thought he had to kill him, but wasn't sure why
Our subject understood his feelings, the demons in his mind
They only talk to the wicked, the tortured and the strange
When your sister sucks your dad's dick, you're bound to be deranged
Smokin up the shards, and the petrol sniffin game
Fuck your mind up with grass, it's the only escape

Don't worry if they, if they fall, fall
Never touch the ground at all

Now she, she lived her life, we find it wasn't much different
Her mum and dad still in love, but her uncle lived with em
Dad's brother, never made the cut of the normal folk
Get fucked up, raging drunk, searchin for a poke
The makeshift lock on her door would never stop him
When mum and dad were out, it's on her door that he'd be knockin
She swore not to tell since he swore he'd kill her if she did
Loose balcony rail, he said they'd all believe him that she slipped
What choice did she have, she didn't really know the law
Convinced that if she told that she'd be killed before they lock him up
Runaway on a one way track
She jumped on the train and cried but never looked back
Escapin from the country and headed for the city
Ready to take on what life gave, whether that be nice or shitty
Didn't last around the bright lights, drifted to the suburbs
Outer ghettos met a strange guy and they became love birds

Don't worry if they, if they fall, fall
Never touch the ground at all

Now we got subject A met with subject B
Arms around each other, wrong way in a one way street
Ya gotta support ya lady and do what ya can
So he'd head out late and come back with full hands
Theft was his game, easy when you display the blade
A few blocks from the station was his spot, just out the camera's gaze
If ya hungry then you steal food, the money's just for H
The streets in the winter made her shiver but he loved her ay
And she loved him, though she knew her parent's home was warm
And as for him, his parents barely noticed he was gone
Ain't no place in the world than home he hated more
So they'd suck face and say we'll be together for
Ever, that became too long and both were gettin sick
From sharin needles, suckin bongs, you know they're positive
Freedom from the pain is what they desperately longed for
Hand in hand they jumped and hoped they'd never touch the ground at all

Don't worry if they, if they fall, fall
Never touch the ground at all
Track Name: The Collective
P Dawg, Shaney D, Dundee
And MC Pete, the Goulburn Valley Collect

Goulburn Valley Collect, the gang I hang with
Divi up nil respect for all you wankers
Great Victorian Cunts
Get way sick all at once
Trees get blazed like Black Saturday
Dundee's in Adelaide, he went that-a-way
P Dawg and Shaney D, yo they keepin it real
Like fishing rods, and me, I'm goin in for the kill
Got my hand in the til and the mic at my mouth
My man Spanna MC always hypin the crowd
L-Mac dropped the beats, we were likin the sound
Dundee slow flow nothin like it around
I rep for my crew and kick it with the greatest
Bacardi and Coke, I'm juggin on you haters
They couldn't stop me even if they stopped me
Put 5 on that, Wayne's brain is dog meat

P Dawg, Shaney D, Dundee
And MC Pete, the Goulburn Valley Collect

MC Pete the second verse literator
The GV Collective there is no greater
We ain't got the name Cedric but we entertainers
You other cats pathetic, fuckin checky later
We chillin over at the Empire playin pool
You rap cats are O'Banion, major fools
We all knew it been A Long Time Comin
So we dropped the CD to show that we ain't bluffin
Got mad love in the local and surrounds
And we thank everybody that came and got down
At our shows in Shepp, our shows in B-Town
That Albury joint, and when we tore Yahoo down
That was the shit, up to two hundred sixty
Lined up out the front like Who's comin with me
Solidarity, and no solitairy
All together gettin wrecked til we're off with the fairies

P Dawg, Shaney D, Dundee
And MC Pete, the Goulburn Valley Collect

MC Pete keeps it real like movie film
And couldn't give a fuck about who ya feel
I do my own stuff just for me
And I won't change up for what others believe
This hip hop scene from the out lookin in it
Soap opera status, backstabs and bitchin
Don't want no parts, we write our songs
We speak our art and life goes on
Ain't female so ain't down with the chitter chatter
Only worried bout doin it proper, bigger fatter
Better, doper, drop it by deadline? Don't get your hopes up
Don't stand by waitin to pop off, check your toaster
Get it on the shelves quick but the likely outcome
It's never ever gonna drop like Shaney's album
And that's my man there, that's my crew
And if you ain't down with GVC, FUCK YOU

P Dawg, Shaney D, Dundee
And MC Pete, the Goulburn Valley Collect