This Is For You

[Verse 1: Bliss] Yo, from half a headphone as a mic and a busted boombox To rockin' the spot from Sydney to the fuckin' boondocks To the fans when we pass through who love to wave high (hey) 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 cypher smiling quite glad Why aren't they glum, what you dumb? Cos 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 and 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 [Hook](x2) 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 [Verse 2: Eso] Keep your cash, your 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 nothing on my telly but *Australian Idol* We rock rusty mics, and spit what we think Shabby hotel hoppers that piss in the sink See cos 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 the stereo) With no Ride, and no meals full of shrimp I'm broke, but hip-hop can make me feel like a pimp See the man who lives patient handles displacement Writing rhymes for you in a candlelit basement [Hook](x2) [Verse 3: Bliss then Eso] This is for the cause in the music, the gift that we're building We all gotta use it for lifting 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 coming So look mum, no hands - I made somethin' outta nothin' [Hook](x2) And I hope this feeling stays till tomorrow! (x3)