The Mighty Hek

Chorus:

So let me out of my Skin

Tables turn with the wind

Any which way where I've been

And the all the things that I've seen

What do they all mean

Feels like I'm stuck in a dream

Verse 1:

I make Heads turn in Redfern

When I'm writing raps I let the led burn and my creds earned

Like tattooed stripes my appetites any emcee in my sights

I battle anywhere, I don't need to battle a rapper I'm battling with life

You ain't battling the might of the mighty Hek

Labels are dumb coz they haven't signed me yet

The skies the limit but Rappings as high as we get

Higher than any drug, as high as smoking any bud

This is Newtown this ain't any Hub

This ain't David, this is Henny fucked

Hektick I be a girls sugar man like a spoonful of nesquik

Cruising down the Carlisle with my friend Nick

It's all good, if this my old stomping ground I leave the floor shook

Wish I'd read more books to forge hooks.

Verse 2:

I'm fresh like a sesh of pesh controlling the rap game like a ref

And I'll spitting till the last man left, last man to rep the inner west

HR for life AMF, My mind sharper than a bayonet

I'm still dealing with the ghosts of the past

Got my brain fucked up from smoke in glass

Yet I'll stick to my dreams in life as much as a bitch that it seems

I'm pondering over beers the devils like an anaconda in my ears

You only get stronger when you face fears

like the hoods said this status takes years

I'm living on smokes man this life is a hoax

I'm about to be 33 probably having a stroke

Spitting raps down Boronia lane

where every Surry Hills bartender know me name

Teafy want me to step I got a better step than Tyrone Peachy.

Verse 3:

I better lie low sometimes I feel like I'm at a life low

but give me some Hydro and I'm the maestro

blow lyrics like cyclones, me Arne and a packet of stuyvos

While I'm racking a bunch of meat from Bi-lo

I'm Jordan hitting free throws with my eyes closed

Old school no fool anxiety levels high but I can play it cool

Kids stay in School.