Yeah, check it out
See this is how shit goes right here
See time stops still in the eye of the storm
The foundation of my home where my rhyming was born
Itâs a rhythmic reality, a remedy through riddles
Where love's a hurricane and you meet me in the middle
It's the good the bad. The house I furnish
The crystal clear sea. The sound I worship
The rush of the city, the calm of the outback
The film called life where my heart is the soundtrack
It's that lucky streak, without no warning
It's the memory of cartoons on Saturday morning
It's that classic culture that connects the country
Through raw energy that reflects we're hungry
It's the timeless feeling that I get on stage
It's those government bills that Iâll never pay
It's that fun I have, free-styling with my mates
My little getaway that only music can create, come on
Gotta say mm
Mm, mm
Gotta say mm
Mm, mm
See time stops still in the eye of the storm
The foundations on my home where my rhyming was born
Itâs a rhythmic reality, a remedy through riddles
Where love's a hurricane and they meet me in the middle
It's the exotic breeze at the festival night show
Itâs the hot sweaty air with that twist of that hydro
Itâs the power of my passion. The picture my pen paints
Caressing the canvas to put up my click in the Zen state
It's that zone with my thought, the peace when itâs starlit
That blazing fire place bare feet on the carpet
Or sitting on the porch where this one sways freely
And write through the night until the sun rays greet me
Itâs the past love still cooking inside
Itâs that warm fuzzy feeling when I look in her eyes
Pouring out my heart and soul when Iâm flipping the gems
Itâs catching my dreams lost in Pulp Fiction again its like
Gotta say mm
Mm, mm
Gotta say mm
Mm, mm
Gotta say mm
Mm, mm
Gotta say mm,
Mm, mm
I'll tell you what get me by and gets me high
Itâs watching flicks with my chick making love on the sofa
Itâs the bread that I can afford to chuck in the toaster
It's the real hip hop, that nothing comes close to
It's finally getting Bliss to puff on the Dohja
Yeah on more than one occasion we're sure to come and blaze one
When its heavy, hit the hay at home. My horizontal haven
It's that echo through eternity that still hits live
Its life, a beautiful journey on a Bill Hicks ride
It's the chemistry, the brightest light, the 8th wonder
The recipe of dynamite and Blade Runner
Itâs the truth that justifies this
The father I have and the mother I miss
It's the love through my pencil when I feel the beat
It's 40 000 going metal on St Kilda beach
It's 3 kids in club down the ally that were sounding ill
To march on through the valley of a thousand hills
Mm, mm
Gotta say mm
Mm, mm
Gotta say mm
Mm, mm
Gotta say mm
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- Clubland Bounce
- Circus In the Sky
- Flying Colours
- Miscellaneous
- Running On Air
- Non-Album Releases
- Dopamine (Feat. Thief)
- My Life
- Day Of The Dog (Phazed Out)
- Reservoir Dogs
- Flying Colours (Bonus Track Version)
- Bullet and a Target
- Bullet And A Target (Feat. The Connections Zulu Choir)
- Act Your Age
- Day of the Dog
- Day of the Dog (M-phazes remix)
- Up Jumped the Boogie
- Essential R&B 2013
- Ultimate R&B 2013
- House of Dreams