| I’m growing up on the line known as Frankston, a young kid
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| Out to get respect upon the mic, I hope they felt it
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| No originator, more a second gen
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| A main participator of the paper and pen (yeah)
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| Props, no fad, became a longterm member
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| Hip-hop's my drink, a twenty-five year bender
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| Take you way back to the eyes of the beholder
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| Initially I was infantry, a late eighties soldier
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| Way before revolver homies and lads
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| Used to sport pony and chill with undergrads
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| Went from theory to practice, three stripes and maxes
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| Batter down the hatches, fights and malpractice
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| I called your bluff and tried to keep it fresh, bro
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| I just can’t get enough like Depeche Mode
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| (Woop woop) was the sound of Obese
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| (Woop woop) I’m out and just peace
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| «I was born with the boom—boom—boom bap»
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| «I'm a rhy—rhyme ar—artist»
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| «And let me say a rhy—rhyme in your ear»
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| «I was born with the—
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| Boom—boom—boom bap» «It was all a dream»
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| «Long as the mic is loud and the volume’s pumpin'
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| I’ma move crowds to two-thousand and somethin'» (yeah)
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| From battle raps in backyards, back when the accent
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| Was a replica of rap stars, I didn’t know better
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| Heard Bias B’s «Hursty» and overnight the U.S. style
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| That I’d flirted with converted to my native tongue
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| I met up with some older lads in school, remember riding nine to a van
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| To see mates play gigs to twenty fans
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| When Obese Records was the mecca
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| Sharing ciggies with Muph on Izzett St at the shopfront, I remember
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| Playing Solomon my demo tracks, remember hanging at
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| Prahran park parties, drinking metre’s from where legend’s sat
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| Too shy to speak, but too inspired to leave
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| Pegz’s 350Z may as well have been a Rolls-Royce to me
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| Since, I’ve did it on my own, still I tip my hat for those
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| Who made it possible, and wouldn’t even know
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| Cheers for that, bridge the gap, resonate on the track
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| Single moments in time, generations of rap like… that
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| «I was born with the boom—boom—boom bap»
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| «I'm a rhy—rhyme ar—artist»
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| «And let me say a rhy—rhyme in your ear»
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| «I was born with the—
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| Boom—boom—boom bap» «It was all a dream»
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| «Long as the mic is loud and the volume’s pumpin'
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| I’ma move crowds to two-thousand and somethin'»
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| Like it all began in 2006, spinning Def Wish up in my Discman Showing love to
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| the ones that weren’t afraid to go the distance
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| Persistence and train trips with mates, it amazed me
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| I’m looking back now loving that it wasn’t the mainstream
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| Embracing what I saw deemed as a dream
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| Was different to the other kids while living through my teens
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| I seemed free, though intrigued by defeating the reach
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| Eighteen perceiving the means, which involved achieving to be
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| Everything I wanted too, inspired by the culture of kings
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| Since Hilltop I had some love for the shit
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| Pumped for the gigs, train rides to the city of sins
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| Rhyming syllables every time if the line wasn’t in
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| Building a bridge in order to branch the gap, influenced advance to rap
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| An answer back from being a fan of that
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| Infatuated from the Capricorn cat
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| And now months after my first track, I’ve enacted a firm grab
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| «I was born with the boom—boom—boom bap»
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| «I'm a rhy—rhyme ar—artist»
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| «And let me say a rhy—rhyme in your ear»
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| «I was born with the—
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| Boom—boom—boom bap» «It was all a dream»
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| «Long as the mic is loud and the volume’s pumpin'
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| I’ma move crowds to two-thousand and somethin'» |