Royal Jelly Songtext
von The Herd

We′d, uh, like to welcome you here this evening
Some good friends of ours here


Here in my line, a perfect melody
Upon which you might now sing
Hereins contained a breath of my text
It's my own in there that′s residing
But here in the times, it gets well mad clock
Got my grip like loose on the wheel
And veering of sorts, I'm close to the soil
Regain grip, then I'll break that seal
Dearly beloved, we are, like, gathered here today
That′s a marriage of sorts
So in rhyme are techniques are applied to rhythmic archives
Connected in this infinite wander together
Appearing at will, that′s a threat of the earth
You may have just now encountered near in the hill
That's an ink line that spills like water from fountains
How do you settle for pebbles? We settle when it rocks
How do you settle a quarrel? Do you set up a shop?
How do you settle a bet? Anticipation and sweat
How will I live this one down? I forget
So grab for sanity, not fashion
Grab for good and when you find it, hold it tight
Grab for words translated into action
Grab for Urthboy, Ozi Batla, Quro tonight (Right, right, right)


Time to wake up and smell the coffee, sunshine
We freshen up and express, and hope that youse feel fine
We keep it dollars and cents and never nickels and dimes
Make those who fake the feeling look like bad street mime
Aussie rap isn′t toy, just take a look at Urthboy
And you know Robbo even flows to Quro
To follow on, score a [?] tongue like [?]
Why don't you bugs begone before we bust out the vague line?
When we Louis the flies, didn′t even have to try
[?] and you'll still miss
Then double it, again and again and again
Like Ice-T said "Still don′t got [?], my friend"
We bend your perception, like open road heat haze reflection
Your mate's crossing over like cold water defections
'Cause we use Aussie inflection, fuck your fuel injection
Your raps better hold up to close inspection
This is self-powered, like the day your precious plant flowered
Strange days, we′ve no room for cowards
We can tower over this if we put our minds to it
Construct somethin′ solid for fluids

Slave to the rhythm? Yeah, I heard that before
My biological clock resets and goes forth
In bed at 3 A.M., wake up at 7
Pull the buzzer out the socket, back to sleep 'til 11
Get attached to my eight hours
Any less and I′m a sight you don't wanna see
You see, our bodies are jam-packed full of clocks
From our brains to our toes
Triggered by light, whether your eyes open or close
They conducted an experiment and found
There are many ways to shift your biological ticks
Now I′m falling asleep in studios and trains
Nodding off in back lanes and active mains
In an interview for a job I've wanted for years
Gently slid off the chair after fifteen minutes
The interviewer was neatly dressed and highly placed
With a disgusted, screwed up look on her face
I′m lying down, happy as Larry
Dribble from the lip when security grabbed me
And escort me to the lift
Someone messed with my clock, now I'm out of control
What do you do when sleep doesn't rejuvenate your soul?

Even when sleeping, Urthboy doesn′t sleep on it
House cuts are like "He′s got a bee in his bonnet!"
From inside the hive, Quro's tune come′s a-humming
Beekeeper's value like thirteen to the dozen
We ride the rhythm like the wings of bees, I guess we grab right
Hold ′em, begin to say, well just please
Australian MCs come across seedy
Produced beats by Sir Robbo, will we
Make a royal jelly fit for the illest of killer bees
Hostilities, we drink MCs so eager to please
Tasty like honeycomb when we recite poems
Always more satisfying when it's made at home
This is a royal jelly fit for the illest of killer bees

This is a royal jelly fit for the illest of killer bees
(This is a royal jelly fit for the illest of killer bees)
This is a royal jelly fit for the illest of killer bees
Swarming the mic in a show of abilities
A royal jelly fit for the illest of killer bees
Swarming the mic in a show of abilities
A royal jelly fit for the illest of killer bees
(For the illest of killer bees)
A royal jelly fit for the illest of killer bees
It′s a royal jelly fit for the illest of killer bees
It's royal jelly fit for the illest of killer bees

Urthboy, Quro
Ozi Batla, Sir Robbo
It's like The Herd
Elefant Traks
Wack MCs please take notes with your pens and pads
The royal jelly for the illest of killer bees