We Don't Care - Illy

Picture me lose a wink of sleep

Over some forum user saying what they think of me

Literally away at least twice a week playing

The crowd noise counter every fucking word they’re saying

Long may it live, my long range is sick

Kick in the door with a footlong spliff

If it’s true what they say, loose lips sink ships

Fuckers, whole fleets must sleep with the fishes

Talk too motherfucking much (just like bitches)

Can’t accept this ain’t just about pictures

Now I ain’t got the time to give ya’s

So I’ma keep doing me, bring the old ways with ya

I love fanning flames, fuck what the risk is

They’re trying to maintain, trying to think big

I’m trying to do big, when my shit hits

Have you only fast forwarding when the disc skips

For all the love, the hate comes with em

One prop gained’s still one less given

Tired of the politics, tired of the dissing

Bring it in, now that you’re listening

We don’t care, get it right motherfucker

We don’t care, step to the side motherfucker

We don’t care, and you ain’t keeping us up

And all my people they ain’t giving a fuck, so go on, we don’t care

And its a crossed heart promise

My flow will keep getting colder till there’s shards of it

If life’s a bitch and all that, I’ma take my one chance to fuck the ass off her

Never call her back, hit my casket proper

Soon as I rock the stage, get your mind blown by it

Soon as I’m off the stage, get your iPhone primed

This my life, its how I’ve come so high

Blow a goddamn blizzard up in hell before this son don’t shine

And fuck game, I’ma fucking owner of mine

Ain’t no better broads at your shows than at mine

I still don’t need this to get me over the line

I fuck models man, they don’t even know that I rhyme

I cross borders, right now I’m like a couple horizons away

With girls who know all the words, but don’t get what they say

And I could give a flying fuck about pay

Life’s a beach mate, couldn’t even tell you the day

For all the love, the hate comes with em

One prop gained’s still one less given

Tired of the politics, tired of the dissing

Bring it in, now that you’re listening

We don’t care, get it right motherfucker

We don’t care, step to the side motherfucker

We don’t care, and you ain’t keeping us up

And all my people they ain’t giving a fuck, so go on, we don’t care

I heard word about town that we out

Like the house Aussie hiphop built couldn’t stand a little drought

Like somehow, the shit had changed round

Couch critics call the shots now?

Hold it, stop now

You’re fucking kidding right?

Y’all turn a blip into a crisis

We good, all I needs a stage and a liquor licence

I’m eating from a smaller pie, but it’s bigger slices

Big shoes to fill, one day I’ma fit the sizes

I’ma 6 foot high motherfucker

25 this summer, something like my prime

Something like my stride with my rhymes

Give a fuck what the next man talk about mine, get it right mate

They ain’t a challenge, they cannon fodder

Take beats don’t rattle your teeth, they knock enamel off em

Rock my Obese 2 finger ring like a badge of honour

Illy Al, burn city, what, we back up on it