Lyrics Take Flight - Dialectrix, Momo

Take Flight

So check the life of the new rap I write and choose
Cause there’s no other type of life that I would like to do
And people criticise and tell me what they’re thinking of it
An immature daydreamer with a drinking problem
So while others go to get careers to be a man
I’m forever young and never age like I’m Peter Pan
For me, the plan is working hard to feed a greedy fan
And keep 'em amped up with every beat I speak on, man
I play the best type of beats in my stereo
And try to keep my happiness high, and stress level low
I hit the road like it’s part of life’s episode
And everywhere I go is sort of like a second home
I’m soaking in the sunset and the summer breeze
I’m feeling utterly inundated and under siege
From the north to southerly scape suddenly
We banging these beats, boys, from Byron Bay to Bungaree
Take flight, I’ll see you when I get back
I’ll see you when I get back
Excuse me as I kiss the sky
Take flight, I’ll see you when I get back
I’ll see you when I get back
(That's why I can’t be caught up in all the hype)
(I keep my song tight, let these lines stay flight)
Yo, I’m a tradie in the day and a muser in the night
Then I’m going through some new tracks and dutifully I write
When the weekend comes, I’m cruising on a flight
To my next destination, get you moving on the mic
From the mountainous ridge to the Valley of Bris
I scour the rim of this land for the crowds of my gigs
Whether it’s out in the sticks or surrounded by bricks
I got more pound in that fist like the Alex da Kid
And I savour all the faces I ever seen
And next year, there’s plenty more places that I’ve never been
We’re from a soil that is ancient with deadly beings
Spanning the vast desolation to evergreens
My destiny got me adrenaline packed
From my pen and my pad to everywhere I been on the map
I spiritually levitate every second I rap
These fleeting moments are history I’ll never get back
And so…
(Excuse me as I kiss the sky)
From skateboarding or wake boarding on clean waters
My temperament is envious of extreme sportsmen
Surrounded by recreational resources
And all I do is sit on my arse like Steve Hawking
But I head to the snow and get on the slopes
Of Victoria mountainsides and perilous roads
And I’m down to endeavour to get out in the weather
And when I’m ready I get up to shred the powder or perish
And so, from the heat to the freezing cold climates
We’re dealing with the needs of the greedy coal miners
Plus, we got the symbol of simplified credence
Who gave my stars in the sky, a stigmatised meaning, yeah
From the opulence of gold and treasures
My gratitude conflicts with unwholesome ethics
And my memories are gems which I hold and cherish
But they’re like tainted jewels from a stolen premise
It goes
(Take flight… Ooh, ooh, ooh)