Trials - Marked for d**h lyrics

[Verse 1:] Yo, yo, you know the Era is Gold, my rhyme .357 revolve' Heavy metal melt your brain cells, let 'em dissolve I'm the germ from the swamp that evolved, turned ape to man And bought a flat screen made in Japan Make records that jam like automatic weapons Rappers sh** their pants like an organic breakfast I'm genetically modified to slam More lethal than white man when he colonised land Like the civilised man gave the savage religion They give 'em the gift of the factory system Backbone of the fashion division Is little kids working sixteen hours with a talent for stitching Mathematicians calculate time Little hands, measured in milliseconds on the factory line It's all for you, worked to the bone till they lie in the earth Marked for d**h, right from birth [Hook:] "What's the deal, huh?" Everybody's marked for d**h You can't run, can't hide "when you're marked for d**h" I was born to grow old cause I'm marked for d**h "So put a target on your head cause you're marked for d**h" "What's the deal?" Man, woman, child "marked for d**h" I'm on a one-way street straight "marked for d**h" Lifetime tryna forget that I'm marked for d**h "So put a target on your head cause you're marked for d**h" [Verse 1:] Yo, we contaminate the planet, nature rapidly raped and battered The world look better when it's paved in granite Got a pack-a-day habit, pay less for the carbon Give it to me straight-up doc, spare me the jargon It's carbon monoxide, formaldehyde and arsenic Hooks in my flesh deep, hard to kick Intravenous, nurse pa** the drip I'm sicker than Star of David in the Gaza Strip Got a sixteen bar banana clip Rhyme style bizarre, latex mask and whip Bloodshot, calm as sh**, so pa** the Temazepam I'm cooler than a black man up in Arnhem Land Half a gram up the beak every week, must refrain Gla**ware touch the flame Once again, crackheads starved for breath Born to bleed and marked for d**h, motherf**er [Hook:] "What's the deal, huh?" Everybody's marked for d**h You can't run, can't hide "when you're marked for d**h" I was born to grow old cause I'm marked for d**h "So put a target on your head cause you're marked for d**h" "What's the deal?" Man, woman, child "marked for d**h" I'm on a one-way street straight "marked for d**h" Lifetime tryna forget that I'm marked for d**h "So put a target on your head cause you're marked for d**h" [Verse 2:] Yo, survivors of war for territory, they locked up or they dead at forty Kevin Rudd said he's sorry, that's the end of story First cop charged with the murder of an aboriginal man Got promoted and a hundred grand Great southern land, home of the venomous pets A bad motherf**er, Oedipus Rex Like to vibe off terrorist threats Like to blow your f**ing mind with a verse, gosh, Heavens to Bets', yep Don't want a woman that will be in the kitchen I want a woman on the floor with me, foetal position I've been begging and pleading for you people to listen The cage is not locked, start leaving the prison I understand that man has a need for religion With nuclear bomb, pinpoint needle precision, listen No god, no master left Man, woman, child, marked for d**h, motherf**er Yo, yo, the Funkoars, what up? "Put a target on your head" Hilltop, you don't stop "Put a target on your head" Adfu, what's the deal, huh? "Put a target on your head" "Put a target on your head cause you're marked for d**h"