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OPENING:Did you order the chips?No, I ordered the scallops.What, no chips?No, just scallop burgers.How long did she say?Ten minutes or so.Ten minutes?[beeping]Oh, that might be them!Hey? Ten minutes!LYRICS:Fatty cells expand when we take the mic in handCheck out the land on which we dwell with the rhyme unplannedNow central coastin', not like central heatingMC's minds meating like the lake meets the sea at SwanseaOn solid rock, yes you know we don't stop'Til we got everyone of you poppin like bottle topsLike a stubby on the verandah nothing we planned'aJust spontaneous banter when we take the chance toEntice you to do this nice to whatever vice you chooseSongtexteI think we prove you got nothing to loseBy following us - in my tongue I trustTo get done what we must swirls of red dust behind meSo hard to find it so why try, getting highWide open skies and country sideJust gimme some beats and rhymes and room to thrive andI swear that I'll always come live and directInspect the jam from every angle that you canAnd you might interpret the master planBut if you don't I'll still be rockin the boatChillin with trakswet and tofu, lake sideTo promote this new viewLike a $3.40 bag of hip hopFrom your local fish n' chip shopAH Scallops! With Dollops of flavour on topWhen we do what we do we give heads the bopsLike a $3.40 bag of fresh hip hopFrom your local fish n' chip shopAH Scallops! With Dollops of flavour on topWhen we do what we do we give heads the bops [X2]Torches reflect in oily water, scorching sunOrdinary laws, bored people run off the day don't staySo they pack up, stacked up equipment and set outThe way to play at Lake Placid, snake acid, reak havocGroove grabbing, thought skanking, travelled on trainsBuses pains main lines, trusted train departingWe rushed it, discussed it, with lack of preparationSeparation from city scenes littered streets, reversed beetsImmersed in the heat from the batlas techniqueWants and needs, verbal speed darkness feedsAnd bites and beats through the night that are sliced with a knifeRipe with the rhymes that run through my lifeWith stacks and piles of pancakes and pearsFor goodness sake I'm aware when we wakeOpportunities we take to break and breakAnd frantically tickle me; its rushing all over meLike a $3.40 bag of fresh hip hopFrom your local fish n' chip shopAH Scallops! With Dollops of flavour on topWhen we do what we do we give heads the bops [X2]Clip-art cobras descending on Wyee stationNot of the rave persuasion, we are our own raveTrakswet tofu and I disembark in strange daysSwarms of Christmas beetles you have to get through or shoo awayQuick a select few knew what to doOr chose or choose to fly to flewto coastal aboads for tunesthat knew the wind that blewNo seeds be sewn it's all be blown in breezesReflective foils sonic releases and eases meEssential, like sunscreen, SPF 15 slip slop slap on this trackWhen you wanna feel like summer laid backSong gets stronger, MC's go longerWhen folks in live shows nod along to their flowsLike a $3.40 bag of fresh hip hopFrom your local fish n' chip shopAH Scallops! With Dollops of flavour on topWhen we do what we do we give heads the bops [X3] Aus Songtexte Mania