Bliss n Eso - This Is For You lyrics
[Bliss n Eso - This Is For You lyrics]
Yo, from half a headphone as a
Mic and a busted boombox
To rockin' the spot from Sydney
To the fuckin' boondocks
To the fans when we pass through
Who love to wave high (hey)
To the arms that hold me up
When I jump and stage-dive
To kids outside the venue who
Ain't on the door list they love the music
They just can't afford it
Watch them build that cypher
Smiling quite glad
Why aren't they glum, what you dumb?
Cos hip hop has no price tag
And everybody's welcome
It has no nationality
This is for rappers who ain't just
In it for the fast salary
Who don't just push violence and money
With all that damn braggin'
Who don't just jump on the
("it's all entertainment") bandwagon
To the DJ who drops his tune
And ain't paid to play it
To anyone who loves their partner and
Ain't afraid to say it
To everyone who's shown love
When I looked unsure friends and fam
Shit even the girls I boofed on tour man
This is for you
You're the reason I wrote this
You're the reason I stand in the
Rain and get my clothes wet
Oh it's just another taste from the bottle
Oh it's Bliss n Eso's page from the novel
Keep your cash, your gold
Your glitter and cars
Keep your royal red carpet for
Your city of stars
This ain't for the system to put
A cage on your mind
It's for those who don't suck
Dick for radio time
And the only time you'll ever
Catch me aimin' a rifle
Is when there's nothing on my
Telly but Australian Idol
We rock rusty mics, and spit what we think
Shabby hotel hoppers that piss in the sink
See cos rich make money and poor make magic
("We're gonna make you a star") bro
They all say that shit
A habit for the headphones
(kid's ride the merry-go)
'round down to meet me (inside the stereo)
With no Ride, and no meals full of shrimp
I'm broke
But Hip-Hop can make me feel like a pimp
See the man who lives
Patient handles displacement
Writing rhymes for you in
A candlelit basement
This is for the cause in the music
The gift that we're building
We all gotta use it
For lifting these children
I haven't been the same since
I fell in the well i wished and found love
Where them ATLiens dwell
See it's the rhymes, it's the beat
It's the song, it's the mix
It's the times that we're free
It's the bomb, it's the shit
Opportunity's blind I don't wonder
If he's coming so look mum
No hands - I made somethin' outta nothin'
And I hope this feeling stays till tomorrow!
Mic and a busted boombox
To rockin' the spot from Sydney
To the fuckin' boondocks
To the fans when we pass through
Who love to wave high (hey)
To the arms that hold me up
When I jump and stage-dive
To kids outside the venue who
Ain't on the door list they love the music
They just can't afford it
Watch them build that cypher
Smiling quite glad
Why aren't they glum, what you dumb?
Cos hip hop has no price tag
And everybody's welcome
It has no nationality
This is for rappers who ain't just
In it for the fast salary
Who don't just push violence and money
With all that damn braggin'
Who don't just jump on the
("it's all entertainment") bandwagon
To the DJ who drops his tune
And ain't paid to play it
To anyone who loves their partner and
Ain't afraid to say it
To everyone who's shown love
When I looked unsure friends and fam
Shit even the girls I boofed on tour man
This is for you
You're the reason I wrote this
You're the reason I stand in the
Rain and get my clothes wet
Oh it's just another taste from the bottle
Oh it's Bliss n Eso's page from the novel
Keep your cash, your gold
Your glitter and cars
Keep your royal red carpet for
Your city of stars
This ain't for the system to put
A cage on your mind
It's for those who don't suck
Dick for radio time
And the only time you'll ever
Catch me aimin' a rifle
Is when there's nothing on my
Telly but Australian Idol
We rock rusty mics, and spit what we think
Shabby hotel hoppers that piss in the sink
See cos rich make money and poor make magic
("We're gonna make you a star") bro
They all say that shit
A habit for the headphones
(kid's ride the merry-go)
'round down to meet me (inside the stereo)
With no Ride, and no meals full of shrimp
I'm broke
But Hip-Hop can make me feel like a pimp
See the man who lives
Patient handles displacement
Writing rhymes for you in
A candlelit basement
This is for the cause in the music
The gift that we're building
We all gotta use it
For lifting these children
I haven't been the same since
I fell in the well i wished and found love
Where them ATLiens dwell
See it's the rhymes, it's the beat
It's the song, it's the mix
It's the times that we're free
It's the bomb, it's the shit
Opportunity's blind I don't wonder
If he's coming so look mum
No hands - I made somethin' outta nothin'
And I hope this feeling stays till tomorrow!