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{Intro}
(Huh? Better?)
Oh yeah!
Okay, check it, check it
Yah! Yah!
{Verse 1: Joelistics, Seed MC}
Back in the caves, backpack in the day
Neanderthal b-boy was taggin' his name
And get it clear, Shakespeare was a rapper in his day
And Obi-Wan and KRS-One are the same
So put your ear to the ground like your name was Van Gogh
(In your city or town) Someone's makin' the most
So I propose the toast to the homegrown scene
Up against the mainstream but still keeps it nice
Bringin' the vibe, DIY (Alright!)
And locally the (?...) cats keepin' it tight
With style and grace like a drunk Tom Waits
On stage, (?...)
Australia's got a hard time claimin' a sound
Lookin' for a culture sayin' "Yeah, that's ours"
But you can get it when you're rhymin' and you can get it rockin' crowds
You can get it gettin' down
Matter of fact, I got it now
{Chorus: Seed MC, Joelistics, Both}
Who's songs get sung?
Who's plays get played
Who's art gets seen?
Who's films get made?
Cape York to Adelaide
Local flavour? Marinade
Four-tracks, a mic
And a million moves to swing
We make it on a shoestring with L plate wings
Build up ya thick skin to handle criticism
The mainstream's got the heart and soul missing
The underground keep it fresh like a baby teething
Yep
{Instrumental Break}
{Verse 2: Seed MC, Joelistics}
(Go on, turn it up)
Mmm, ya
Back in the days, back in '78
When basketball courts heard the first beats break
Kool Herc came, set up a P8
The street became the stage and nobody got paid
Twenty four years on, and some call it the noughties
And hip-hop still ain't about the Top 40
I'd rather hear my peers rep to a real audience
For kids with integrity who want to hear it different
With or without a (?...) ears to listen
Still do our shit, reminiscent of the rhythm that we rap to
Beats that just back to and bops to
Melbourne City's underground committee comin' at you
Now, I say its mostly about the good times
With the few good lines that underline the hard times
But it's definitely not about the dollar signs
Man, it's about the love and that's the bottom line
{Chorus: Seed MC, Joelistics, Both}
Who's songs get sung?
Who's plays get played
Who's art gets seen?
Who's films get made?
Cape York to Adelaide
Local flavour? Marinade
Four-tracks, a mic
And a million moves to swing
We make it on a shoestring with L plate wings
Build up ya thick skin to handle criticism
The mainstream's got the heart and soul missing
The underground keep it fresh like a baby teething
Yep
{Bridge: Joelistics, Seed MC}
Ah ha ha
Alright, shoutout to Curse Ov
(?...), Hilltop Hoods
(?...), Spare Change, Music vs Physics
Can't forget the (?...)
Scars on 45, Solomon Klepto
All the people at Next Level and Obese Records
Check it, check
To all art critics and cynics
Our lyrics are arsenic, feel it!
Pop compromises got the quality dwindling
The industry ain't interested in anything interesting
The A&R guys just squirm in their seats
Peace to the kid freestylin' in the street
Do it
'Cause ya love it
'Cause you wanna
'Cause ya kick it
Bounce twist
Hip it with a check
Kill it!
And, um...
{Chorus: Seed MC, Joelistics, Both}
Who's songs get sung?
Who's plays get played
Who's art gets seen?
Who's films get made?
Cape York to Adelaide
Local flavour? Marinade
Four-tracks, a mic
And a million moves to swing
We make it on a shoestring with L plate wings
Build up ya thick skin to handle criticism
The mainstream's got the heart and soul missing
The underground keep it fresh like a baby teething
{Intro}
(Huh? Better?)
Oh yeah!
Okay, check it, check it
Yah! Yah!
{Verse 1: Joelistics, Seed MC}
Back in the caves, backpack in the day
Neanderthal b-boy was taggin' his name
And get it clear, Shakespeare was a rapper in his day
And Obi-Wan and KRS-One are the same
So put your ear to the ground like your name was Van Gogh
(In your city or town) Someone's makin' the most
So I propose the toast to the homegrown scene
Up against the mainstream but still keeps it nice
Bringin' the vibe, DIY (Alright!)
And locally the (?...) cats keepin' it tight
With style and grace like a drunk Tom Waits
On stage, (?...)
Australia's got a hard time claimin' a sound
Lookin' for a culture sayin' "Yeah, that's ours"
But you can get it when you're rhymin' and you can get it rockin' crowds
You can get it gettin' down
Matter of fact, I got it now
{Chorus: Seed MC, Joelistics, Both}
Who's songs get sung?
Who's plays get played
Who's art gets seen?
Who's films get made?
Cape York to Adelaide
Local flavour? Marinade
Four-tracks, a mic
And a million moves to swing
We make it on a shoestring with L plate wings
Build up ya thick skin to handle criticism
The mainstream's got the heart and soul missing
The underground keep it fresh like a baby teething
Yep
{Instrumental Break}
{Verse 2: Seed MC, Joelistics}
(Go on, turn it up)
Mmm, ya
Back in the days, back in '78
When basketball courts heard the first beats break
Kool Herc came, set up a P8
The street became the stage and nobody got paid
Twenty four years on, and some call it the noughties
And hip-hop still ain't about the Top 40
I'd rather hear my peers rep to a real audience
For kids with integrity who want to hear it different
With or without a (?...) ears to listen
Still do our shit, reminiscent of the rhythm that we rap to
Beats that just back to and bops to
Melbourne City's underground committee comin' at you
Now, I say its mostly about the good times
With the few good lines that underline the hard times
But it's definitely not about the dollar signs
Man, it's about the love and that's the bottom line
{Chorus: Seed MC, Joelistics, Both}
Who's songs get sung?
Who's plays get played
Who's art gets seen?
Who's films get made?
Cape York to Adelaide
Local flavour? Marinade
Four-tracks, a mic
And a million moves to swing
We make it on a shoestring with L plate wings
Build up ya thick skin to handle criticism
The mainstream's got the heart and soul missing
The underground keep it fresh like a baby teething
Yep
{Bridge: Joelistics, Seed MC}
Ah ha ha
Alright, shoutout to Curse Ov
(?...), Hilltop Hoods
(?...), Spare Change, Music vs Physics
Can't forget the (?...)
Scars on 45, Solomon Klepto
All the people at Next Level and Obese Records
Check it, check
To all art critics and cynics
Our lyrics are arsenic, feel it!
Pop compromises got the quality dwindling
The industry ain't interested in anything interesting
The A&R guys just squirm in their seats
Peace to the kid freestylin' in the street
Do it
'Cause ya love it
'Cause you wanna
'Cause ya kick it
Bounce twist
Hip it with a check
Kill it!
And, um...
{Chorus: Seed MC, Joelistics, Both}
Who's songs get sung?
Who's plays get played
Who's art gets seen?
Who's films get made?
Cape York to Adelaide
Local flavour? Marinade
Four-tracks, a mic
And a million moves to swing
We make it on a shoestring with L plate wings
Build up ya thick skin to handle criticism
The mainstream's got the heart and soul missing
The underground keep it fresh like a baby teething
