Uplift

[Solo] Welcome to the manifesto of a man who stood the test of time Seventeen years, still here to testify I pour my heart into every line Even so, you probably could've made a better bible Uh, what's done is done Not here to be number one Just to burst your bubblegum, and it's only just begun The best is yet to come So kick back for the story of how the inner west was won I call it how I see it, nothing more, nothing less Caught between the naysayers and the yes-men But these are my songs, and you can love them or hate them Either way we have something in common Oi brother you can't sing, yeah I can't rap neither But I'm here to do my thing till I make you a believer So, flip a coin, pick a side, I don't give a fuck I'm here to kick a rhyme, grab your spirit, try to lift it up [Hook: 2X] In this cold barren land that I call home I'm just a man searching for the strength to walk alone I stand tall, wear my weakness with pride The glitch in the system with a fist in the sky [Solo] This is one part love, one part hate One part luck, and one part fate A whole lot of hard work and some heartbreak But the scars fade Life in the fast lane is stressing me I'm tryna slow it down, focus on my Goal to be an unknown celebrity The every-man's antihero Rocking a jam until I have a fan base of zero Sydney Hip Hop politics The white hats ignore the black hoodies And they all ignore the backpacks, but me I walk the grey space between all three The thin line between fat laces and pre-torn jeans So, you might catch me reading your girl's sky blog Maybe bombing with the Krylon, rocking my iPod Like what?! I'm a national icon in the making Here to get my vibe on [Hook: 2X] [Solo] No, I don't know any trade secrets But I made a promise to myself and I'm gonna keep it Black hoodie with a crooked cap Black humour with a crooked smile, rolling with a crooked pack Of hopscotch players, who rock cross faders And still find the time each day to watch neighbours What? You got something to say? Run your mouth dude One day soon we'll be coming your way Self-appointed cynic, passionate pessimist Borderline sociopath, manic perfectionist My question is this How every record, every rapper's claiming they're the best there is? {*"Somebody's lying" - Pharoahe Monch sample*} We like whose house? Mum's house! Rent's free, you don't like it you can get the fuck out Cause it's never been about fifteen minutes of fame To a crowd of fifteen or fifteen thou' I spit it the same See that's what I'm about, both feet on solid ground Rocking out with my head in the clouds So when it's all said and done at the end of the day Catch me, headphones and a notepad, penning a phrase I might not be the coolest, might not be the flyest The toughest, the most likely to succeed I'm definitely not the best There will never another footprint on the surface of the earth Quite the same as mine And that's the only claim I'm walking out of here with