A true Aussie, boom bap character
If they’re bitting in the booth, I call ‘em Dracula
If life’s a movie I’m a bad actor
I stay true, and fly to the moon like NASA
Ain’t tryna act
Cause realness is like my middle name
I’m a sucker for pain, rich in skill like Lil Wayne
I’ve been climbing buildings, you’re still on a timber frame
Gosta keep it old school, just like a Nintendo game
While these OG rhythm slayers are left like hidden change
The rap world keeps evolving, and sh#t just isn’t the same
“can you sign this petition of giving it a different name?”
“nah we prefer the change, no need to be spiting flames”
There’s two sides to it, adapt to survive through it
Or starve through it
I’m stuck, writing bars in the carpark cause that’s music
The mind of a creative is unpredictable
I’m painting something visual
Raw like analog but digital
Every syllable is to make up for what I did a school
Used to tell my teacher “miss this sh#t is too difficult”
Since I picked up the lyrics, my English has been a miracle (ha)
Born in Paris, but from down under
Three brothers, a dad, and a proud mother
The speakers go loud as I bounce, Im a crowd lover
Da da da da da da da (uh yeah)
I kick and I push
Like Lupe Fiasco kick flipping over bushes
The rap shit’s my cushion in case I ever fall
Leave the world a recorded message just like a missed call
Right after the tone
I’m searching for that light, on the darkest of roads
Got my eyes on the target, eye close to the scope
Hold my breath for a minute, it’s time for the show (yo)
Hypnotised by the instrumental
Mind automatically writes ahead of the pencil movement
Words flow on the page like an acute student
Influence my viewers, fake rumours are like tumours
I cut out all the cancers, full of life, no dead branches
Bearing fruit so ripe, and then the seeds are planted
Like a lantern, I illuminate the dark
An artist expanding like roots under the grass
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