Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Bridge, artist - Illy. Album song Bring It Back, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.09.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: illy
Song language: English
The Bridge |
I’m growing up on the line known as Frankston, a young kid |
Out to get respect upon the mic, I hope they felt it |
No originator, more a second gen |
A main participator of the paper and pen (yeah) |
Props, no fad, became a longterm member |
Hip-hop's my drink, a twenty-five year bender |
Take you way back to the eyes of the beholder |
Initially I was infantry, a late eighties soldier |
Way before revolver homies and lads |
Used to sport pony and chill with undergrads |
Went from theory to practice, three stripes and maxes |
Batter down the hatches, fights and malpractice |
I called your bluff and tried to keep it fresh, bro |
I just can’t get enough like Depeche Mode |
(Woop woop) was the sound of Obese |
(Woop woop) I’m out and just peace |
«I was born with the boom—boom—boom bap» |
«I'm a rhy—rhyme ar—artist» |
«And let me say a rhy—rhyme in your ear» |
«I was born with the— |
Boom—boom—boom bap» «It was all a dream» |
«Long as the mic is loud and the volume’s pumpin' |
I’ma move crowds to two-thousand and somethin'» (yeah) |
From battle raps in backyards, back when the accent |
Was a replica of rap stars, I didn’t know better |
Heard Bias B’s «Hursty» and overnight the U.S. style |
That I’d flirted with converted to my native tongue |
I met up with some older lads in school, remember riding nine to a van |
To see mates play gigs to twenty fans |
When Obese Records was the mecca |
Sharing ciggies with Muph on Izzett St at the shopfront, I remember |
Playing Solomon my demo tracks, remember hanging at |
Prahran park parties, drinking metre’s from where legend’s sat |
Too shy to speak, but too inspired to leave |
Pegz’s 350Z may as well have been a Rolls-Royce to me |
Since, I’ve did it on my own, still I tip my hat for those |
Who made it possible, and wouldn’t even know |
Cheers for that, bridge the gap, resonate on the track |
Single moments in time, generations of rap like… that |
«I was born with the boom—boom—boom bap» |
«I'm a rhy—rhyme ar—artist» |
«And let me say a rhy—rhyme in your ear» |
«I was born with the— |
Boom—boom—boom bap» «It was all a dream» |
«Long as the mic is loud and the volume’s pumpin' |
I’ma move crowds to two-thousand and somethin'» |
Like it all began in 2006, spinning Def Wish up in my Discman Showing love to |
the ones that weren’t afraid to go the distance |
Persistence and train trips with mates, it amazed me |
I’m looking back now loving that it wasn’t the mainstream |
Embracing what I saw deemed as a dream |
Was different to the other kids while living through my teens |
I seemed free, though intrigued by defeating the reach |
Eighteen perceiving the means, which involved achieving to be |
Everything I wanted too, inspired by the culture of kings |
Since Hilltop I had some love for the shit |
Pumped for the gigs, train rides to the city of sins |
Rhyming syllables every time if the line wasn’t in |
Building a bridge in order to branch the gap, influenced advance to rap |
An answer back from being a fan of that |
Infatuated from the Capricorn cat |
And now months after my first track, I’ve enacted a firm grab |
«I was born with the boom—boom—boom bap» |
«I'm a rhy—rhyme ar—artist» |
«And let me say a rhy—rhyme in your ear» |
«I was born with the— |
Boom—boom—boom bap» «It was all a dream» |
«Long as the mic is loud and the volume’s pumpin' |
I’ma move crowds to two-thousand and somethin'» |