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[Verse 1: Eso] |
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Imagine a 5 year old, without a doubt in his mind |
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Where Star Wars was still real; and no mountain's to high |
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That mountain was blue, my first birthdays residence |
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And since then, I've made earthquake evidence |
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See, positive thinking's an actual fact |
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Way before gangster rap had you packing a gat |
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I'd watch Breakdance and idol Ozone |
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Way before you had that bling bling |
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Way before I puffed the home grown |
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Rented it so many times, back in Kurrajong heights |
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I wore out the VHS, imagine long nights |
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Day after day, I'd let it play, reciting the lines |
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Try and fathom what I imagined, inside of my mind |
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Grabbed a dollar off my dad Shabadoo I had it for ya |
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To save the centre, If I ever made it to California |
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And then the moment came, my mother said we're going |
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Jumped on a jumbo and we sailed across the ocean, like |
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[Hook] |
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Oh lord, I want to live to life's midnight |
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And keep running through dark to that dim light |
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And to the world, I say when I'm humming the blues |
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If you're coming at me, Then I'm coming at you. x2 |
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[Verse 2: Eso] |
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My arrival was an eyeful, of everything I thought |
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My Disneyland dream was everywhere I walked |
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With that dollar in my pocket, I was on a mission |
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Deep inside, I knew I'd meet him, I had gone the distance |
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And on that last day, down Melrose Avenue |
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2 worlds collided when my eyes saw Shabadoo |
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There was a crash, so you can capture it accurate |
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But the accident was no accident, it was actually happening |
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My mum hit the brakes, I jumped out the car |
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Ran to an angel, blood pumped through my heart |
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He showed me his Jag, he took me to his restaurant |
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Photos signed, B-Boy stance, this is the best of |
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My memories that I cherish forever |
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The last time I really remember my parents together |
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Lifting the movement, they never pictured I'd do it |
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But I'm a living example and I got the pictures to prove it, so |
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[Hook] |
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Oh lord, I want to live to life's midnight |
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And keep running through dark to that dim light |
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And to the world, I say when I'm humming the blues |
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If you're coming at me, Then I'm coming at you. x2 |
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[Verse 3: Bliss] |
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From the back of the yellow bus when PGC brought me new music |
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Singing and Mimicking what I heard, beat boxing in a blue buik |
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From Virginia, continue to when Max and I met |
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With our heads between 2 boom boxes, making tracks on cassettes. |
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Yeah we were sifting through them singles, searching for some instrumentals |
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Thirsting how to make 'em, when we learnt that we would be instrumental |
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Late 90's. back in NZ for a visit |
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Shit, my cuz gave me Che Fu to be specific |
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Brainfighta in my head, man it gave me light |
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Like Rachid giving Izm that X-Men tape that changed his life |
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And I remember Macka's mother's Joan, calling me on the phone |
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Telling me to turn on basic equipment and we learnt we weren't alone |
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And saw that SP and that MP up in Benz or a Beamer |
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Back when if you were white, you were speaking through the pen of a dreamer |
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Outkasts, from the farthest depths finding fate |
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Lay your own track, art express 98', check it |
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[Hook] |
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Oh lord, I want to live to life's midnight |
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And keep running through dark to that dim light |
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And to the world, I say when I'm humming the blues |
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If you're coming at me, Then I'm coming at you. x2 |
