What do i do? wrestle crocs and box roos
Munch on Witchetty grubs like junk food
My whole crew, roll a scoob outta paper bark
And hunt a tasmanian devil in the neighbor's yard
We train hard in the swamps and mangroves
Step on a mudcrab, lose ya damn toes
We stand close to a spear with Quartz blade
Where we live, razorback pigs might formate
All day the spinifex cuts and sunburns
Bloodthirsty insects feed on young birds
Dinosaurs deathroll on drunken tourists
Dingoes sweep the camps for unsecured kids
Secluded.from the lost city d'of Melbourne's gutters
Movin like mountain runners or Malcolm Douglas
Out for justice on the mic roamin the land
My books are the footprints shown in the sand
Yeah, The last bushman, all the kids love me
I make Mick Dundee look like a big yuppie
Rex can't touch me, Alby Mangels' the man
The leylands need to get a life and ditch the caravan
I eat vermin for lunch with Steve Irwin
Weed burnin' my lungs n' feet hurtin' the reef surfin' tree surgin'
I keep learnin, and researchin the realms of a dream serpent
Dreamtime, nomad, wanderer with a stone ax
Rappin through, Kakadu, pickin up coke cans
Crow dance in a smoke trance when the bitch hums
Spit to the beat, took a while wid skin drums
Big guns and sick cars are taboos
So i cruise downriver in a twin hull canoe
Whistle at the ladies, gatherin white clay
Wave to the elders, damn it's a nice day
I might go paint the caves in red ochre
Illustrate mythical ways to get over
Leg motor trekked the Nullarbor with bloody hands
Feast on a diet of fresh yams and honey ants
Running man's stamina, outback, fightclub
You can see the beauty of spirit in my right arm
Diehard lyricist, the land's my identity
Carved by, solar winds from the heavenly