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tzu - room to breathe lyrics

[intro: joelistics]
ah ha ha!

[verse 1: joelistics]
for all the midnight scribes and poets amplified
the many minds that +n+lyse and write it down in rhyme
the beat nomads with rhythmic vocabs
who understand the underground is great down under
lungs rumble thunder while lips spit wisdom
for the lyricist with an emphasis on articulation
“oh, rapping in aussie accents? that sounds different”
that’s right, that’s the mission, [?] to gough whitlam
man, we about to let the whole world have a listen
a mighty multiculture and to feel it
a cross between wilsons prom and wilson pickett
and tzu said “f+ck you” to every single bigot
including the industry, greedy malignant
that offers no support for originality
australia treats the arts like a dog with flеas
i got friends at uni, can’t afford their school fees
friends doing crazy, rеvolutionary things
friends who sing, write, paint, and sculpt
and friends who are wasting away on the dole
99% of them are feelin’ the heat
livin’ cheap, keepin’ up the upkeep, trying to make ends meet
man, it’s bleak
if you’re not mainstream, then you’re up sh+t creek
“f+ck that!” is my comeback
i’ll never compromise for a contract
i sound phat on all tracks i rap on (phwoar!)
and i’m waiting for the rest of you to catch on
’cause i live in a place where songlines are ancient
from beach to bush, to the desert, you can taste it
respect to indigenous cultures and nature
we got this homegrown hip+hop rockin’ australia
[chorus: both]
to all mcs in the land of aus
to all mcs in the land of aus
to all mcs in the land of aus
stop, and consider your beers
’cause we don’t care what you wear or who you know
we wanna hear your crew flow
and we don’t care if you stink
black or pink, we wanna know if you think
and these mcs, mic fiends
need room to breathe

[bridge: joelistics, sample]
come on, breathe, breathe
come on, b+b+b+b+b+breathe (accents most full on)
yeah, come on, breathe, b+b+b+b+b+breathe (accents most full on)
(accents most full on)

[bridge: both]
for all the gifted mcs, the committed mcs
break it down mcs, “blah blah blah” mcs
the timid mcs, uninhibited mcs
the know+it+all, no doubt, “know what i mean?” mcs
keep it real mcs, record deal mcs
the bolder and the holier than thou mcs
move a crowd mcs, accent proud mcs
the little ozi batlas and battle casualties
the cream mcs, the cheese mcs
this here rap is for all of these
[verse 2: seed mc]
from shore to shore, west to east
from perth across the nullarbor, this is a cypher, complete
rhymes spread like cane toads down the east coast
one rap tempest for the whole continent
with content true to whatever we relate to
initiate a voice and indeed squeeze beats from the speakers
the blundstone babblers and adidas sneaker pimps
leaving their mark with speech and ink
tzu acknowledge all crews, dandenong to [?]
all environmentalists, hip+hop experimentialists
don’t let the fools who discredit us prevent us from rocking it, gentle or venomous
this land came from natives and convicts
8+bit, we got the sh+t to drop on politics
with literature and wax, represent the youth raps
neighbourhood, break an axe
[?], line graph, yeah
the funky rambles transmitting on local channels
mount the saddle of this track ([?] to outback)
in these down under climates, temperate and tyrant
old and rugged rhymes rain down on this island
mcs be the pilots, and djs, the navigators
down the [?], i’m amusing at the fact that this thing called rap is mad contagious
bridging the gaps way down the great dividing ranges
songlines been around for a long time
now kids rhyme, real time, real accent
spittin’ words relevant to community action
all guys and girls freestyle, speak wild
all the crews, drop the beat, pick up the rhyme, speak
with words that resemble the arts and their potential
with native tongue utensil, speak the four elements of hip+hop intelligence
not to rip off americans
[chorus: both]
to all mcs in the land of aus
to all mcs in the land of aus
to all mcs in the land of aus
stop, and consider your beers
’cause we don’t care what you wear or who you know
we wanna hear your crew flow
and we don’t care if you stink
black or pink, we wanna know if you think
and these mcs, mic fiends
need room to breathe

[bridge: both]
come on, breathe
come on, breathe
come on, breathe
come on, breathe

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