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amity – generations lyrics

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verse 1:
i walk out with a handful of three or four/
gems from the cd store, blow my paycheck/
but i ain’t blown away yet until i leave the door/
and repeat it all when i come back next week for more/
i get home and unwrap the plastic/
with my mp3 player’s battery flattening/
play them in the stereo from back to back/
and fl!ck through the liner notes of every track to practice/
i was actually left in rhapsodies from my rap cds/
tap repeat on the boom bap with the fattest beats/
dreaming of being in the fineprint of lineups/
then a support act to headlining, my mind spun/
my idols once were dreamers then some believed them/
helped them in becoming teachers and public speakers/
all told once they were underachievers/
now f+cking leaders who remain undefeated

hook:
and this is where it all begins/
it goes around and it comes back again/
for the kids to pick up with a pad and pen/
just like what happened then with mad respect/
to the legends of the local scene/
who took it from the street to radio and overseas/
and gave us the foundation to grow and feed/
generations of our own to sow the seeds

verse 2:
this is history in the making, it’s written in the pages/
while listening to my favourite and biggest inspirations/
ever since stat 6 was scribbled on the pavement/
with illy in my playlist, spitting was contagious/
my advice, you can give or you can take it/
at uni learning that the music industry is changing/
and in amazement, sitting at the station/
and wishing for a minute i could kick it with the majors/
those i look up to were once in my position/
listening to their influences right where i am sitting/
and it’s in this very spot where rhymes were written/
that changed the lives of guys like me and i’ll continue/
writing lyrics to carry on their lives’ tradition/
with my mind racing at a million miles a minute/
reciting the lines on stage with a mic, a spitting/
image of the guys i admire and tried to mimic

hook:
and this is where it all begins/
it goes around and it comes back again/
for the kids to pick up with a pad and pen/
just like what happened then with mad respect/
to the legends of the local scene/
who took it from the street to radio and overseas/
and gave us the foundation to grow and feed/
generations of our own to sow the seeds

verse 3:
i knew what i wanted to do with my life/
when my mum played eminem and introduced me to rhyme/
yeah, the hoods and bne influenced my style/
and gave a creative outlet to an intuitive child/
see, i was desperate to get involved in the scene/
but scared that i wasn’t ready to be told what it means/
everything was there and now that i’m older, i see/
i already got my foot in the door with a hold on the beat/
dropped my demo cd in the onetwo letterbox/
hoping all my dreams would come true, fingers crossed/
recognition leaves some dudes better off/
i’m still on the 680 bus route penning songs/
mastering a craft that’s passed through generations/
blasted in cars and parks with dedication/
truth be told, it’s not hard to resonate with/
someone else who speaks from the heart with pen and paper

hook:
and this is where it all begins/
it goes around and it comes back again/
for the kids to pick up with a pad and pen/
just like what happened then with mad respect/
to the legends of the local scene/
who took it from the street to radio and overseas/
and gave us the foundation to grow and feed/
generations of our own to sow the seeds



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