Home Brew - dicated To (Intro) lyrics

Oosh sounds dope yea, bro, sounds dope yeah
It’s dedicated to check yeah

It’s dedicated to all the
Artists who struggling
Through the hardship and punishment from the
Heart for the love of it (yeah)
It’s motivated by all they partners
Who stuck with them and help them pick it up
Again when they were thinking
'fuck it then' it’s been inspired by all
The marvellous mothers and
All the fatherless troublesome
Broken bastards that bum off them
It’s for the hustlers scabbing
Off of the government
Wandering in the street playing cricket
With the rubbish bin
It’s for the lonely nerd rolling herb on his
Broken turntable that he mixes beats
On that no one's heard
It’s for the bony bird spitting spoken word
Blowing dough on phony fur
Rocking headphones that only work
In one side, for that unsigned drunk guy
Who never let the funk die
Working like he’s done by
Hard, it’s for the Sheila with the bung eye
And too much pride to let her
Son see his mum cry
Real, it’s for the has-beens that had dreams
The fuck ups and crack fiends
The dropouts and drag queens
It’s for the last kid picked
The first picked on the one they laugh at
The opposite from a sitcom
It’s for the fat kid, the misfit rat kid
The lipstick black chick that no
One ever sat wit' dirt broke brat kid that
Never really had shit
Rat back scab eating noodles out the packet
It’s dedicated to the skater
Kids chucking rocks
Taggers cutting locks, stoners huffing NOS
Fuck the cops and the rugby jocks
Fuck my boss and the
Goodie-goodie prefects sucking cocks
(Fuck you) for the fellas that I sat
Up in detention with
And anyone that’s ever had their
Name on the attendance list (yeah)
It’s for every kid that ever
Thought of ending it
And every piss poor bum living on a benefit

This one goes out
This one goes goes goes out to you
(it’s dedicated to)
This one goes out this this one
Goes goes out to you (it’s dedicated to)
This one goes out this this one
Goes goes out to you (it’s dedicated to)

This for the open arms
The prisoners holding bars
Watching life rolling past faster
Than stolen cars
For fiends trying find a fix
For their broken hearts
Rolling grass while they wash their hands
Of time toke their chance
For the stoners laughs that
We shared over Nas
Full blast on my arse sitting
In my bro’s garage
Going halves on a cask making moments last
Wishing we could hold the past
Frozen like it’s golden stance
For the days gone the days made on
The cardboard we breaked on with
Blue puma suede's on
It’s for the boom-box 2Pac played on
The same one I chewed up
My Snoop Dogg tape on this is for 94
When I had the highest score running new
Street fighter with the double fire ball
This for the change that I
Spent on a giant jaw
Breaker and the pocket money that I
Used to buy the Source
It’s for the rap fanatics
The Illmatic addicts
Racking stacks of classic wax
And baggy jackets backpackers on the train
Tracks tagging backwards
From the back of Mathematics to
The back of paddy wagons
This for when I rapped
The plastic of fantastic
And when I first heard fat lip on labcabin
That magic i felt when I sat in my
Bomb that I boomed Southernplayalisticadillac
(It's just two dope boys in a Cadillac)
This for back then the back-seat dirt I did
Permanent scars are left on hearts
Of birds I hit
It’s for the bridge burning with
The first herb I lit
For my worst hurt I turn to
The best verse I spit
It’s for the world turning as
Well all turn to shit
Predetermined ill return it to
It no alternative
Getting high killing time like murderers
This is life peace to the cell
Mates I serve it with

This is dedicated to (you)
This is dedicated to (you)
This is dedicated to (you)
This is dedicated to (you)

This one goes goes goes out to you