Colin
Buchanan, what do you think about
the snooty foodie problem?
I've got a rap. I've got a banana
rap.
How's that?
That wasn't bad.
Grew up on the north side, didn't have
no pride.
Humiliation on the plantation.
No respect, just rip off the pillow.
Brother's going down, two bucks a kilo.
Big banana so sure, we ain't started yet.
Big banana's gonna give me some,
give me some respect.
We'll put in the big trucks, do the lunch box,
head to the big town.
We just turn brown.
We're soft.
No props, they're sayin'.
Livin' in the hood at the
bottom of the fruit chain.
Big banana's gonna
get me started, yeah.
Big banana's gonna get me
some, get me some respect.
Well the mother of a cyclone,
big wind -blown trees goin' bye -bye, prices go sky -high.
Got the props, you know the whole
thing, fruit to boot.
Hey, look at that bling -bling.
People go, no, used to be solo,
then they just cashed in 12 bucks a kilo.
Big
Bananas thought ya, we ain't started yet.
Big
Bananas gonna give me some, give me some,
give me some of that respect.
Ladies and gentlemen,
MC
Bew
Cannon.
You all keep it real, hey.
That is the first time
Circular
Key has ever heard a banana rap.
Puff
Callum
Daddy.
Puff
Callum
Daddy.