Testo For You - Illy
Testo della canzone For You (Illy), tratta dall'album Long Story Short
Big Phrase and I'm back, home grown hip hop
Black tracks, black Air Max
White tip with a fresh Nike cap
Standard issue bumbag to keep those buds stashed
I roam Hitachi's with felt tip markers
And through that darkness came all this music
So don't confuse it with all that bullshit
We worked for this, got locked for this
Lost lives for this, blokes died for this
This ain't pop or rock and roll
Nah, it's Aus hip hop lock and load
Till the locks erode and the blocks explode
With a million kids tryna cop the show
And they looking at us like it never should of happened
But it happened 'cause we dedicated every bit of passion
That we had to ripping mics in extraordinary fashion
So grab a seat and enjoy the show, let's go
And it's not for the money, it's not the applause
When they ask me what I'm doing this for
It's hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
It's not for the money, it's not the applause
When they ask me what I'm doing this for
It's hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
I'm twenty-two, not in it from the start
Name in the books but music's in my heart
With time to burn, so finding the spark ain't hard
'Cause my part in the history of the art ain't passed
My true blue brothers, hate don't bug us
I mean in a few short summers
Look where Aus hip hop's covered
Fuck what you think of us
Unplug us, ban us, handcuff us
Fuck it, get on the TV and slander us
They bank on us but there ain't no brand in us
And they've tried but this culture inspires
More than bright lights and ecstasy highs
The feelings I've felt are with me to the grave
Never cease to amaze
It all came from little old me and myself just being myself
Man, hip hop, I love this shit
And it's not for the money, it's not the applause
When they ask me what I'm doing this for
It's hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
It's not for the money, it's not the applause
When they ask me what I'm doing this for
It's hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
We say lift up, lift up, lift your head up, head up
It's that Ed Nut ish to make you get up, get up
My neighbours used to get so fed up, fed up
Of this home grown sound but now they turning it up
'Cause we smash through the barriers and listening walls
Broke the rules of those who try condition us all
I stay spitting for all who feel they don't have a voice
So for me, doing music, man, I don't have a choice
And yeah, some ladies get moist but I'm not in it for that
I'm all about grinding the beat and making love to the track
Slow or fast, over the bars of life's walls
We show our class and we embark for the right cause
I've reached the highest heights but now I'm back on the floor
Fighting on, copping Barry Hall hits to the jaw
You won't see me getting knocked out
No, fix the bowl, kick the flow, rock the show and mosh out
And it's not for the money, it's not the applause
When they ask me what I'm doing this for
It's hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
It's not for the money, it's not the applause
When they ask me what I'm doing this for
It's hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Landon, Alasdair David George Murray, Harley Webster, Nfa Deynde Jo Jo Forster-jones
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