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| Song: | This Is For You |
| Album: | | Genres: | R&B |
| Year: | | Length: | 288 sec |
Lyrics:
Yo, from half a headphone as a mic and a busted boom box To rockin' the spot, from Sydney to the fuckin' boondocks To the fans when we pass through who love to wave high To the arms that hold me up when I jump and stage dive To kids outside the venue who ain't on the door list They love the music, they just can't afford it Watch them build that cipher smilin' quite glad Why aren't they glum, what, you dumb? 'Cause hip hop has no price tag And everybody's welcome, it has no nationality This is for rappers who ain't just in it for the fast salary Who don't just push violence, money with all that damn braggin' Who don't just jump on the 'It's all entertainment' bandwagon To the DJ who drops his tune and ain't paid to play it To anyone who loves their partner and ain't afraid to say it To everyone who's shown love when I looked unsure Friends and fam', shit even the girls I boofed on tour, man This is for you, you're the reason I wrote this You're the reason I stand in the rain and get my clothes wet Oh it's just another taste from the bottle Oh, it's Bliss 'N' Eso's page from the novel This is for you, you're the reason I wrote this You're the reason I stand in the rain and get my clothes wet Oh it's just another taste from the bottle Oh, it's Bliss 'N' Eso's page from the novel Keep your cash, gold, your glitter and cars Keep your royal red carpet for your city of stars This ain't for the system to put a cage on your mind It's for those who don't suck dick for radio time And the only time you'll ever catch me aimin' a rifle Is when there's nothin' on my telly but Australian Idol We rock rusty mics and spit what we think Shabby hotel hoppers that piss in the sink See rich make money and poor make magic 'We're gonna make you a star,' bro, they all say that shit A habit for the headphones (Kid's ride the merry go) 'Round down to meet me (Inside your stereo) With no ride and no meals, full of shrimp I'm broke but hip hop can make me feel like a pimp See a man who lives patient, handles displacement Writin' rhymes for you in a candle lit basement This is for you, you're the reason I wrote this You're the reason I stand in the rain and get my clothes wet Oh it's just another taste from the bottle Oh, it's Bliss 'N' Eso's page from the novel This is for you, you're the reason I wrote this You're the reason I stand in the rain and get my clothes wet Oh it's just another taste from the bottle Oh, it's Bliss 'N' Eso's page from the novel This is for the cause in the music, the gift that we're buildin' We all gotta use it for liftin' these children I haven't been the same since I fell in the well I wished and found love where them ATLiens dwell See it's the rhymes, it's the beat, it's the song, it's the mix It's the times that we're free, it's the bomb, it's the shit Opportunity's blind I don't wonder if he's comin' So look Mum no hands, I made somethin' outta nothin' This is for you, you're the reason I wrote this You're the reason I stand in the rain and get my clothes wet Oh it's just another taste from the bottle Oh, it's Bliss 'N' Eso's page from the novel This is for you, you're the reason I wrote this You're the reason I stand in the rain and get my clothes wet Oh it's just another taste from the bottle And I hope this feelin' stays till tomorrow And I hope this feelin' stays till tomorrow And I hope this feelin' stays till tomorrow
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