| Welcome to the manifesto
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| Of a man who stood the test of time
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| Seventeen years, still here to testify
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| I pour my heart into every line
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| Even so, you probably could’ve made a better buy
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| Uh, what’s done is done, not here to be number one
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| Just to burst your bubblegum, and it’s only just begun
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| The best is yet to come
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| So kick back for the story of how the Inner West was won
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| I call it how I see it, nothing more, nothing less
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| Caught between the naysayers and the yes-men
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| But these are my songs, and you can love them or hate them
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| Either way we have something in common
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| 'Oi brother you can’t sing', yeah I can’t rap neither
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| But I’m here to do my thing till I make you a believer
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| So, flip a coin, pick a side, I don’t give a fuck
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| I’m here to kick a rhyme, grab your spirit, try to lift it up
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| In this cold barren land that I call home
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| I’m just a man searching for the strength to walk alone
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| I stand tall, wear my weakness with pride
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| The glitch in the system with a fist in the sky
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| In this cold barren land that I call home
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| I’m just a man searching for the strength to walk alone
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| I stand tall, wear my weakness with pride
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| The glitch in the system with a fist in the sky
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| This is one part love, one part hate
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| One part luck, and one part fate
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| A whole lot of hard work and some heartbreak
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| But the scars fade
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| Life in the fast lane is stressing me
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| I’m tryna slow it down, focus on my goal to be an unknown celebrity
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| The every-man's antihero
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| Rocking a jam until I have a fan base of zero
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| Sydney Hip Hop politics, the white hats
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| Ignore the black hoodies and they all ignore the backpacks
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| See me, I walk the grey space between all three
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| Thin line between fat laces and pre-torn jeans
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| So, you might catch me reading your girl’s sky blog
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| Maybe bombing with the Krylon, rocking my iPod
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| Like what?! |
| I’m a national icon
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| In the making here to get my write on
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| In this cold barren land that I call home
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| I’m just a man searching for the strength to walk alone
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| I stand tall, wear my weakness with pride
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| The glitch in the system with a fist in the sky
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| In this cold barren land that I call home
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| I’m just a man searching for the strength to walk alone
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| I stand tall, wear my weakness with pride
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| The glitch in the system with a fist in the sky
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| No, I don’t know any trade secrets
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| But I made a promise to myself and I’m gonna keep it
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| Black hoodie with a crooked cap
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| Black humour with a crooked smile, rolling with a crooked pack
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| Of hopscotch players, who rock cross faders
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| And still find the time each day to watch Neighbours
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| What? |
| You got something to say? |
| Run your mouth dude
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| One day soon we’ll be coming your way
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| Self-appointed cynic, passionate pessimist
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| Borderline sociopath, manic perfectionist
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| My question is this, how every record every rapper’s
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| Claiming they’re the best there is? |
| «Somebody's lying»
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| We like whose house? |
| Mum’s house!
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| Rent’s free, you don’t like it you can get the fuck out
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| Cause it’s never been about fifteen minutes of fame
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| To a crowd of fifteen or fifteen thou' I spit it the same
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| See that’s what I’m about, both feet on solid ground
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| Rocking out with my head in the clouds
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| So when it’s all said and done at the end of the day
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| Catch me, headphones and a notepad, penning a phrase
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| I might not be the coolest
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| Might not be the flyest
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| The toughest, the most likely to succeed
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| I’m definitely not the best
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| There will never another footprint
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| On the surface of the Earth quite the same as mine
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| And that’s the only claim I’m walking out of here with |