12 Apostles Songtext
von Pegz

At the altar of the gods sacrificing thoughts
Caught up in the warp, crawling up the walls
With my eyelids hanging, dragging off the floor
In a primate fashion swinging through the door
Like an irate novelist, pen versus sword
Nocturne scientist laboratory wars
Mandatory verses circling your mind
Like vultures in the sky, waiting till you die
Submerge from the depths like the human godzilla
Got death in my eyes like the reaper in the mirror
Times keep changing but never for the better
Me I stay blazed up, smoke screen pressures
Buried deep treasures in the realms of no measures
Lifestyle hazardous, anarchy forever
New mic order all up in your hemisphere
Task Force, MUD fam, plus Pegasus

"Fuckin′ rookies gatecrashing the scene"
"Listen closely, listen closely"
"Brother who you are in between"


I'm watching movies, my girl Sylvanas booty
Waking up to a smoke and banana smoothie
Rocking parties, "Poppin′ wheelies on Kawasakis"
Sporting a burn hood and Huaraches
My choice of beer's draught, my favourite gear's the Mark 160
With Roger Linn′s autograph
He′s legendary like Bruce Lee, Bob Marley
I won't forget Stevie Wonder, Muhammad Ali
Awe inspiring like the scene in La Haine
When the DJ drops "Fuck the Police" from the terrain
I can′t complain, sipping Shiraz from the Grampians
Listening to the dirty duo rep like champions
Hip hop's blowing up, we got a national slot
An actual mag you can respect like big dad
Kid I′m twenty-six destroying shit on the weekend
It's nearly ten years and I′m even back piecing
But that's what's important to me, embracing my history
Steps in all white Jordan 3
After work I might score some weed
Hit the decks, sketch, write, record or read
Bless my auditory cortex with all I need
Call a pizza, ignore the clean and pour the beam
Cause I don′t play golf, drink at the pub, throw darts
I play ball to face walls and race go carts
Chase no smarts, fuck a Lex and a Porsche
I′m a Godzilla V-Spec Ducati Corse
But not before the lab label my fam stable
Aussie hip hop's on the map and every fan′s grateful

"Fuckin' rookies gatecrashing the scene"
"Listen closely, listen closely"
"Brother who you are in between"


I′m that jetlagged, stagger back, rag and bone mac
South, east or west, north side or outbacker
Funk priest, jetpacker, mac hacker
Interface, internash, mob chap
I enter the world of mad rappers
Intellect, mic check, I step with the best leg
All set, not for you heads, could still catch death
Task Force and Pegz spread like killer germs
From Melbourne to back home on our own terms
Jack knife type right? For the passion for the night life
Strike hard when I shine
My torch down alleyways, move with the higher grades
I'm the next level Sid James
Sat back tilting my hat with champagne
I′m freaked out cause I haven't got the cash to pay
I scream from the swamp we def dot
All praise to the god, farmer show love

"Test the beat"
"Pegasus"
"Farmajah"
"Test the beat"
"I'm freaked out"
"Task Force and Pegz"
"I′m freaked out"