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Yeah, check it out See this is how shit goes right here See time stops still in the eye of the storm The foundation of my home where my rhyming was born It’s a rhythmic reality, a remindy through riddles Where love's a hurricane and you meet me in the middle It's the good the bad. The house I furnish The crystal clear sea. The sound I worship The rush of the city, the calm of the outback The film called life where my heart is the soundtrack It's the lucky streak, without the warning It's the memory of cartoons on Saturday morning It's that classic culture that connects the country Through raw energy that reflects we're hungry It's the timeless feeling that I get on stage It's those government bills that I’ll never pay It's that fun I have, freestyling with my mates My little getaway that only music can create, come on Gotta say mm Mm, mm Gotta say mm Mm, mm See time stops still in the eye of the storm The foundations on my home where my rhyming was born It’s a rhythmic reality, a remindy through riddles Where love's a hurricane and they meet me in the middle It's the exotic breeze at the festival night show It’s the hot sweaty air with that twist of that hydro It’s the power of my passion. The picture my pen paints Caressing the canvas to put up my click in the Zen state It's that zone with my thought, the peace when it’s starlit That blazing fire place bare feet on the carpet Or sitting on the porch where this one sways freely And write through the night until the sun rays greet me It’s the past love still cooking inside It’s that warm fuzzy feeling when I look in her eyes Pouring out my heart and soul when I’m flipping the gems It’s like catching my dreams lost in Pulp Fiction again its like Gotta say mm Mm, mm Gotta say mm Mm, mm Gotta say mm Mm, mm Gotta say mm, Mm, mm I'll tell you what get me by and gets me high Yeah It’s watching flicks with my chick making love on the sofa It’s the bread that I can afford to chuck in the toaster It's the real hip hop, that nothing comes close tah It's finally getting Bliss to puff on the Dohja On more than one occasion we're sure to come a blaze one When its heavy, hit the hay at home. My horizontal haven It's that echo through eternity that still hits live Its life, a beautiful journey on a Bill Hicks ride It's the chemistry, the brightest light, the 8th wonder The recipe of dynamite and Blade Runner It’s the truth that justifies this The father I have and the mother I miss It’s the love that I write when I feel the beat And 40 000 going metal on St Kilda beach Its 3 kids in club down the ally that were sounding ill To march on through the valley of a thousand hills Mm Mm, mm Gotta say mm Mm, mm Gotta say mm Mm, mm Gotta say mm |
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