Welcome to the manifesto
of the man who stood the test of time
17 years still here to testify
i pour my heart into every line
even soaked you probably could of made a better vibe
what's done is done, not here to be number 1
to burst your bubblegum and its only just begun
the best is yet to come
so kick back, of the story of how the inner west was won
i call it how i see it, nothing more, nothing less
caught between the naysayers and the yes men
these are my songs, and you can love them or hate them
either way we have something in common
oi brother you cant sing, yeh i cant rap neither
but im here to do my thing till i make you a believer
so, flip a coin, pick a side i don't give a f***,
im here to kick a rhyme
grab your spirit tryin to lift it up
(chorus) in this cold baron land that i call home, im just a man, searching for the strength to walk alone
i stand tall, when my weakness would cry, the glitch in the system with a fist in the sky X2
this is one part love, one part hate,
one part luck, and one part fate
a whole lotta hard work and some heartbreak
but the scars fade..
life in the fast lane is stressin me, im tryin to slow it down
focus on my goals and be an unknown celebrity
the every mans anti-hero, rockin a jam
until i have a fan base of zero
sydney hip hop politics, the white hats
ignore the black hoodies and they all ignore the backpacks
but me, i walk the grey s***e, between all 3
a thin line between fat laces and pre torn jeans
so, you might catch me readin your girls sky blog
meet me bombin with the krylon,
rockin my iPod like what?
im a national icon in the making here to get my vibe on..
(chorus) in this cold barron land that i call home, im just a man, searching for the strength to walk alone
i stand tall, when my weakness would cry, the glitch in the system with a fist in the sky X2
no, i dont know any trade secrets
but i made a promise to myself and im gonna keep it
black hoodie with a crooked cap
black humour with a crooked smile rollin with a crooked pack
of box scotch players, rock cross faders, still find the time each day to watch neighbors
what? you got somethin to say run your mouth dude
one day soon we'll be comin your way
self-appointed cynic, passionate pessimist, borderline sociopath, manic perfectionist
the question is this, how every record, every rapper, claiming their the best in this
we like whose house? mums house! rents free, if you dont like it you can get the f*** out
cause its never been about 15mins of fame to a crowd, 15 or 15 tho i spit it the same
see thats what im about, both feet on solid ground, rockin out with my head in the clouds
so when its all said and done at the end of the day
catch me, headphones and a notepad, pen and a phrase..
i might not be the coolest, might not be the flyest, the toughest, the most likely to succeed
definitely not the best, there will never been another footprint on the surface of the earth quite the same as mine
and thats the only claim in walking out of here with...
of the man who stood the test of time
17 years still here to testify
i pour my heart into every line
even soaked you probably could of made a better vibe
what's done is done, not here to be number 1
to burst your bubblegum and its only just begun
the best is yet to come
so kick back, of the story of how the inner west was won
i call it how i see it, nothing more, nothing less
caught between the naysayers and the yes men
these are my songs, and you can love them or hate them
either way we have something in common
oi brother you cant sing, yeh i cant rap neither
but im here to do my thing till i make you a believer
so, flip a coin, pick a side i don't give a f***,
im here to kick a rhyme
grab your spirit tryin to lift it up
(chorus) in this cold baron land that i call home, im just a man, searching for the strength to walk alone
i stand tall, when my weakness would cry, the glitch in the system with a fist in the sky X2
this is one part love, one part hate,
one part luck, and one part fate
a whole lotta hard work and some heartbreak
but the scars fade..
life in the fast lane is stressin me, im tryin to slow it down
focus on my goals and be an unknown celebrity
the every mans anti-hero, rockin a jam
until i have a fan base of zero
sydney hip hop politics, the white hats
ignore the black hoodies and they all ignore the backpacks
but me, i walk the grey s***e, between all 3
a thin line between fat laces and pre torn jeans
so, you might catch me readin your girls sky blog
meet me bombin with the krylon,
rockin my iPod like what?
im a national icon in the making here to get my vibe on..
(chorus) in this cold barron land that i call home, im just a man, searching for the strength to walk alone
i stand tall, when my weakness would cry, the glitch in the system with a fist in the sky X2
no, i dont know any trade secrets
but i made a promise to myself and im gonna keep it
black hoodie with a crooked cap
black humour with a crooked smile rollin with a crooked pack
of box scotch players, rock cross faders, still find the time each day to watch neighbors
what? you got somethin to say run your mouth dude
one day soon we'll be comin your way
self-appointed cynic, passionate pessimist, borderline sociopath, manic perfectionist
the question is this, how every record, every rapper, claiming their the best in this
we like whose house? mums house! rents free, if you dont like it you can get the f*** out
cause its never been about 15mins of fame to a crowd, 15 or 15 tho i spit it the same
see thats what im about, both feet on solid ground, rockin out with my head in the clouds
so when its all said and done at the end of the day
catch me, headphones and a notepad, pen and a phrase..
i might not be the coolest, might not be the flyest, the toughest, the most likely to succeed
definitely not the best, there will never been another footprint on the surface of the earth quite the same as mine
and thats the only claim in walking out of here with...