Yeah, check it out
See this is how [bad word] goes right here

See time stops still in the eye of the storm
The foundation of my home where my rhyming was born
It’s 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 [bad word] 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 I’ll never pay
It's that fun I have, free-styling with my mates
My little getaway that only music can [bad word] on

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See time stops still in the eye of the storm
The foundations on my home where my rhyming was born
It’s 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
It’s the hot sweaty air with that twist of that hydro
It’s 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 it’s 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

It’s the past love still cooking inside
It’s that warm fuzzy feeling when I look in her eyes
Pouring out my heart and soul when I’m flipping the gems
It’s catching my dreams lost in Pulp Fiction again its like

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I'll tell you what get me by and gets me high
Yeah
It’s watching flicks with my chick making love on the sofa
It’s the bread that I can afford to chuck in the toaster
It's the real hip hop, that [bad word] close to
It's finally getting Bliss to puff on the Dohja

Yeah on more than one occasion we're sure [bad word] 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 [bad word] It’s the [bad word] 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

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