歌词
It goes round full circle, yea there's diamonds in the rough//
We got a motherfucking earthful//
Patience is a virtue, but times of the essence//
As attention spans are shorter//
Very hard to drink, must be something in the water//
A nationwide, celebration of creative sides//
So, aint no surprise if you make the time//
Its amazing what you may just find//
Whatever flavour you like//
Take your pick, bars, guitars, serato from far and wide//
The artists in our own backyard here to//
Carry on tradition, looking up at the stars, swearing//
One day we're gonna be they are, and//
You wait til tomorrow//
The well worn routine shows that you reap what you sew, so those seeds gonna grow//
Get dope, get unearthed and leave home for the road//
And as what the seasons change ebb and flow//
New crops fall in love with the people in the front row//
Right? now i know something bout that//
I was a fresh faced seventeen, snuck in the back//
I couldn't buy you a round, but i could jump with the pack//
What a great night, thank pressure and suffa for that//
Under the surface, a scene bubbled and hissed//
Too many kings to name, countless others to list//
But like that doors broke and the flood it commenced//
And now our hip hops all up in this bitch//
Watched a fresh style be, bedded in the psyche//
Of the general mass by gentlemen just like me//
Every unlikely leader, was getting live "if its your flavour"//
If its your flavour, celebrate it beside me//
My happiness is slowly creeping back//
Whys that, just gotta listen to the song bro//
Found it off my head with my friends in the front row//
And so i looked around, the faces i'd know//
I fell in love with the people in the front row//
Don't get it twisted, the gigs didn't teeth it//
Been here its years, shhh that's our little secret//
Now, it might not have gave birth to a genre//
But it found its feet in between rehearsals and encores//
Soon enough tours done for//
Then its back to the lab again, the pen and pad again//
For soul and glory, and word to paul (kelly) we//
Love the great tellers of australian stories right//
And he said since i left you//
I know, not somebody that i used to//
Leave lonely, she said better be home soon//
Or somethings gotta give//
Its the tale of the travelling musician//
She knew, but still struggled with the distance//
He wished a big jet plane'd take her with him//
Cause, its always better with her near, he was//
Shaking in his seat, riding through the street//
From a virgin flight, to her//
Shaking in his seat, riding through the street//
To newtown and straight, to her door//
And so it goes full circle, the stories of yesteryear//
Give way and the next appear//
No less revered, nah they're treasured as legend here/
But new diamonds in the rough make their presence clear//
And all they want in this life is the chance to do their thing//
But who got next can wait i got now, i say//
I want the top//
All my people in the back of the spot//
I want the top//
If you know me you don't know me to stop//
I want the top//
All my people in the back of the spot, let off a shot//
Bringing that knife through butter flow out, got summer sewn round//
My pinkie, one two, won't suffer no clowns//
Didn't know then, they about to know now//
We run this shit like the buses broke down haaaanh//
Now thats one for the kids//
Two for the stories, three for the gigs//
Four for the right now, and it don't stop//
When cinematic drop bets off, i said i want the top//
I want the top//
All my people in the back of the spot//
I want the top//
If you know me you don't know me to stop//
I want the top//
All my people in the back of the spot, let off a shot//