Artist: Evil Ed f/ A-Love Album: The Enthusiast Song: Captains of... Typed by: sensative_new_age_guy@hotmail.com [Verse 1: A-Love] Grab a pen, a thousand men and your soldiers I got two tons of fun and the world on my shoulders Hold your thought, this industry is fundementally flawed Rapping as a sport gets crushed under the juggernaught This ain't a business, all promoters bargain basement It's the flavour of the month that you haven't even tasted This Triple J shit has got me shaking in amazement how a simple rookie rapper grabs a hold of all your playlists So we got the aces with beats in the basement from Eastborne to Melbourne we leaving em' complacent Hesitating, a Coup d'état of artists willing so you can call us the Coalition of the Illing These straight-dealing captains of actions, life fulfilling No lack of mass appeal, an attraction to mic stealing Forget the politics, UK/Australia dominates Ed makes the beats while I sit and eat the jaffer cakes [Chorus] "I'm two tons of fun" So step aside cos it's World War 3 And tell your publicist that we're captain's of the industry! Four-line blurb can try and summarise me or capture the drive that fills my spirit and instensity Holding it down on vinyl or CD, we're captain's of the industry! "Step to the side" [Verse 2: A-Love] An entourage arrogance and talentless back-up men These live shows increase but leave a feeling of embarassment Smiles and no frills, we get the crowd up on their feet again A subtle blend of Evil Ed, some estrogen and oxygen Make so mistake this is a cultural revolution Amassing to a movement without the bruising and abusing An overhaul of music cos these pop songs are useless The recipe for destiny is jazzy crews and new spiffs Feeding all the elements to circumvent irrelevants The dust on your 12" is proof it wasn't time yet And while these artists turn from prominent to silhouettes We keep dividing regiments that failed to move the audience This business is personal, professional and complex Living by a beat to mark existence with an alias An athiest in nature, with some strength and some cowardice The captain's only evidence is in our own omnipotence [Chorus] [Verse 3: A-Love] A captain of a sporting team, who screams esteem to hold the dream An officer in rank below a major but importantly we're swimming up stream in all extremes like supreme being's Verbalising themes that disagree with world economies I'm captaining a sinking ship that needs the fiercest leadership Creeping through your speakers, round the world and back with infamy The ability is infinite and intricate limitless The Commonwealth connection with a heritage of Englishness So diligent it's killing it, prepare to sit and witness it Australian Hip Hop wizardry, poetry and imagery Vividly uniting freaks who breathe the beats endlessly The battle is fought up hill, struggling constantly We're captain's of a race that's barely won, lacks funds with a simple return of satisfaction when we're done Admiralty, royalty, MC's and DJ's Now on the count of three, where the captain's in the place!? [Samples/Scratches] "Step to the side" "You lack enthusiasm" "Yo best to just clear, got to move on out of here" "Step to the side" "You lack enthusiasm" "Yo best to just clear, got to move on out of here" "Step to the side" "You lack enthusiasm" Yo best to just clear, got to move on out of here" "Step to the side" "You lack enthusiasm" "Yo get up out this space, this place has no room for moody bastards"