Eye Of The Storm

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See this is how **** goes right here

See time stops still in the eye of the storm

The foundation of my home where my rhyming was born

It’s a rhythmic reality, a remindy through riddles

Where love's a hurricane and you meet me in the middle

It's the good the bad. The house I furnish

The crystal clear sea. The sound I worship

The rush of the city, the calm of the outback

The film called life where my heart is the soundtrack

It's the lucky streak, without the warning

It's the memory of cartoons on Saturday morning

It's that classic culture that connects the country

Through raw energy that reflects we're hungry

It's the timeless feeling that I get on stage

It's those government bills that I’ll never pay

It's that fun I have, freestyling with my mates

My little getaway that only music can create, come on

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See time stops still in the eye of the storm

The foundations on my home where my rhyming was born

It’s a rhythmic reality, a remindy through riddles

Where love's a hurricane and they meet me in the middle

It's the exotic breeze at the festival night show

It’s the hot sweaty air with that twist of that hydro

It’s the power of my passion. The picture my pen paints

Caressing the canvas to put up my click in the Zen state

It's that zone with my thought, the peace when it’s starlit

That blazing fire place bare feet on the carpet

Or sitting on the porch where this one sways freely

And write through the night until the sun rays greet me

It’s the past love still cooking inside

It’s that warm fuzzy feeling when I look in her eyes

Pouring out my heart and soul when I’m flipping the gems

It’s like catching my dreams lost in Pulp Fiction again its like

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Mm, mm

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I'll tell you what get me by and gets me high

Yeah

It’s watching flicks with my chick making love on the sofa

It’s the bread that I can afford to chuck in the toaster

It's the real hip hop, that nothing comes close tah

It's finally getting Bliss to puff on the Dohja

On more than one occasion we're sure to come a blaze one

When its heavy, hit the hay at home. My horizontal haven

It's that echo through eternity that still hits live

Its life, a beautiful journey on a Bill Hicks ride

It's the chemistry, the brightest light, the 8th wonder

The recipe of dynamite and Blade Runner

It’s the truth that justifies this

The father I have and the mother I miss

It's the love through my pencil when I feel the beat

And 40 000 going metal on St Kilda beach

Its 3 kids in club down the ally that were sounding ill

To march on through the valley of a thousand hills

Mm

Mm, mm

Gotta say mm

Mm, mm

Gotta say mm

Mm, mm

Gotta say mm