For my people in the front (front)
In the Nosebleed Section (section)

This is for the heads that’s loving the mix,
My people in the front, all covered in spit,
Batters in the box (uh), Suffa to pitch,(what)
Hilltop Hoods, all up in this [bad word] 
And we the funk leaders, punks you can’t beat us,
We bump and pump meters, we [bad word] you chumps need us,
So jump with us, down in the front entrance (if it's your flavour),
Your [bad word] get [bad word] with us,(wooooo!)
This life turned out nothing like
I had planned, (why not?)
By now I should’ve had some land,
Some money in my hand, round about fifty grand,
But I got nothing (nothin), I write rhymes on the bus,
I keep suffering (sufferin); [bad word] the lines of the dust,
You keep sniffing, that [bad word] is for the punk hoes,
This [bad word] is for my bros, my people in the front row.
 [bad word] 
You know I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row,
(ho how)
2x

[Verse Two - Suffa]
I got hip-hop taste buds,
I wanna hear that bass when I make love,
I wanna hear some lyrics when I wake up,
Write rhymes to get me through a break up, [bad word] 
Rather whisky straight, no chaser,
Went through fifty breaks, no flavour,
Till I found this one, and made the,
Bass loop with the [bad word]  my saviour,
This is [bad word]  tongue that’s sharp like a thumbtack,
It’s so tight James is saying give my funk back,
One track, eight track, a-dat, residual
Noise, band funk that we claim with the digital,
Toys I’m the Apache, you’re failing to match me,
Throw your hands in the air like you’re hailing a taxi,
And move to the funk flow, you stepping? Are you [bad word] bro?
This is for my peeps and the freaks in the front row.
 [bad word] 2x

[Verse Three - Suffa]
People [bad word] if Suffa’s in here,
And you’re in the front row, all covered in beer,
And club owners don’t say ‘the place is wrecked it’s your fault’,(uh huh)
If the roof is on fire it’s an electrical fault,
Man I bet you all bolt, when I bring it live
Like Friday night footy, in my hoody acting hard I,
Gets live on the breaks son, like pace one,
Lads, if you’re heading to the bar grab your mates one, [bad word] chill [bad word] rock with me honey,
I got like half a mill in monopoly money,
There’s no stopping me honey, so you can take my hand,
We can lay on the beach and count grains of sand,
Or take a plane to Japan, and drink sake with the mafia,
Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Gadafi a
Dinner date, followed by a funk show,
We’ll rip off our tops and jump around in the front row.
 [bad word] 2x

You can put me here, and I'm all yours, It's not for the money
and it's not for the applause, no
Oh no no nooo (Its for the Nosebleed Section)
 [bad word] (till fade)