Life Is Music

Lyrics

[Intro sample] "Life is music" [Refrain: Drapht] Don't think they know how much work that we go to get through all these highs and these lows No, no [Hook: Drapht] These ain't just some songs, these ain't just some drums It's our music, music, music, music It ain't 'bout a throne, no one can take this from us It's our music, music, music, music [Verse 1: ?] And so I go to bed; music on my mind 'til I wake up It's still on my mind, so tell me this ain't love These are riffs, these are drums Brother, these ain't drugs, but they got the kind of kick that'll give you the same buzz So I live it, breathe it, eat it, and even shit it too This is the crew that's representing for you So I drip, got lost in the grooves of music That's the reason I matured quicker than many of you did See this industry is cold, it'll swallow your soul If you let it, it could swallow you whole This whole time I've just been wanting to write rhymes Never knowing what tomorrow can hold, and what I might find This the gift and the curse - the gift being the feeling you get when you finish a verse The curse being the work we putting in Late nights as I write, tryna capture the passion I have under the stage lights [Verse 2: Optamus] Spend my life , live devoted to the vocal booth Through the highs and lows that I've been going through Nothing is set, never know what you get It's like you're blindfolded playing Russian Roulette I started out, yo, as young as it gets And I built this crew with love and respect We're one of the best, get that quite clear Nineteen years, well that's a pioneer That's the idea, but you student of rhyme And this food for thought, but your music'll die 'Cause life is music and music is life The only thing I fear is losing the drive SBX! Yeah, my crew's at its prime And hip hop's what I do with my time All I need's to be feeling the beat And to execute the rhyme like I swing the guillotine [Sample] "Life..." "Life is music" [Verse 3: ?] Grew up in a household, alcohol was the outcome Dad put in hours with the handouts like [?] [?] on the couch and music was the backdrop Miles Davis, Donny Hathaway, and Herbie Hancock Was his anchor after working everyday One lump-sum payment a month still goes to bankrupt Scream "what the fuck?!" with his hands up, no answer But he would kill for music like he was Manson With no anthem, no tiny dancer No handsom advances, no Richard Branson money, he was a phantom But you will see green, greener than Green Lantern And it ain't easy being [?] when you're blending into all these ordinary things And it ain't easy being [?] especially with families to feed, but hard times, that is music [Refrain: Drapht] Don't think they know how much work that we go to get through all these highs and these lows No, no [Hook: Drapht] These ain't just some songs, these ain't just some drums It's our music, music, music, music It ain't 'bout a throne, no one can take this from us It's our music, music, music, music {Verse 4: ?] They say that art, it imitates life And I say that art, it lives through the mic It's the image that I follow when I'm penning a rhyme It's the light in the tunnel at the end of the night So I pick it apart and I think of the days With only love in the heart and not a cent was made It's entertainment [?] for us to vent, and a place to [?] with Ain't it funny how life, it changes Never lost hope, and dodged the haters Ravenous agents, scam artists, and all you haters Thank you very much; yes, yes, you made us Love what we do by filling these pages Listen to this track now, through the ages It's supercalifragilistic-SBX shit Coming at you rappers, better check the message [Verse 5: Hunter] I play a game with intrigue, I'm those that's in need I bleed and [?] even diary Will it spill out, like guts or something chimey? Find me; believe me agony and the ecstacy In the place to be, no fictional character My vernacular, coming straight back at ya I'm active like a captain, and I'm acting weary And always approachable, even though I'm not scary Nah mate, you know I'm a nice man Looking for something that'll double my lifespan I faced death, some'd say bravely But I've got no choice, no one'll come save me Acting out of the ordinary, yo It's Hunter on the mic like a one man show A no go zone, take it up like a cone A game of thrones, and I'll play God's own I'm prone to get bad to bone Seeds are sown, and get reaped, get thrown like dice Guess I should've thought twice I said I'd die for you, now I'm paying the price [Verse 6: ?] Ayo, I'll tell you what this music shit means to me A young kid with dreams to rock the M-I-C Growing up my father giving me a DMC It might sound cliche these days, but it was me And it was easy to see that I had the love for it Any time I'd see the mic around you know I'd rush for it I'm quick to grab it at parties and start blazing I really can't explain the feeling, it's so amazing Went from freestyles to filling up pages To getting paid wages for spitting on stages But nothing lasts forever, and shit changes And I guess in life we go through phases But there is some things that remain the same And that's the love for the music, and the love for the game Never been 'bout the money, never had the fame But I'll represent 'til they remember the name Life is music (life is music, life is music, life is music) [Hook: Drapht] These ain't just some songs, these ain't just some drums It's our music, music, music, music It ain't 'bout a throne, no one can take this from us It's our music, music, music, music [Sample] "Life..." "Life is music" [Verse 7: MC Layla] Since she was blasting that trombone Sporadic spit got 'em asking is she [?] Her silver's anodised, darker than bling Build up vandalise, remarkable startling Or a cold front coming with the illness that an artist brings Slide in the front while she's up in the blunt gardening Still running, not confronting, future mothering Culture suffering, I'll give it up, the fun of things [Refrain: Drapht] Don't think they know how much work that we go to get through all these highs and these lows No, no [Verse 7: MC Layla] See the music, it's ugly Them [?] bars, but a feeling Pumping like gut functions [?] Undone, twist yourself up to a dim sum Stop thinking that your music's shit, belt up for the big puns Welcome to La la land Sookier than Bill's love, time of the month got blood on the carpet, man Suck it up, dance with 'er upper hand Come back quick [?] and the rubber bands [Verse 8: Mortar] I got music in my blood, to prove it I bleed it Splash it on a loose leaf for y'all to read it See if it's true and blue, believe it I speak it, you put it in your veins like a 'phine kit I pedal medicine, like ventolin breathe this Music live forever, in your mental we exist On a higher plane beyond comprehensions Icons on a mic rhymes fly us onto new dimensions The ascensions of Mortar the martyr Lost a brother, but I became I father A daughter, but he new she would exist On that day that he passed was the day she first started to kick And now I kick it to her raw Blasting the beats and would you believe she asking for more This is more than you can ask for It's more than music, it's immortal music after war [Refrain: Drapht] Don't think they know how much work that we go to get through all these highs and these lows No, no [Verse 9: ?] One path, better choose it right You can lose the pipe, no using knives Use the mic to outlet music live Sound check, 1, 2, gotta do the right thing Right things; mind swings into action My last hymns that are scribbled in pads And it's life's gift, yes, so I'm giving it back To the [?] popping [?} that are sitting it back You can scribble little riddle, get ahead of the pack Or you can grill 'em all like [?] or be civil with rap See I deliver the facts I was livin so bad, 'til I picked up a pad. Now my blessed mind's learning SBX, we got the Westside burning Got a bunch of rappers hiding heads like turbans Not concerned with the dark, now I've seen the light SBX all I need in life [Verse 10: ?] I kinda knew music would be the heart of my life Hard to avoid when your grandfather pass you a mic Play with drumsticks, organ, guitar when I was five years old My family were the stars on the sky They were livin' it, feeling the love of life And keep killin' it, like serial homocide Just stick wit it, like a drummer's strike And [?] ain't easy when the fighting begins I wake up, and can't sleep, 'cause it's doing my brain The idea hits you, like you're crawling in pain Late night, [?] keep talking and playing And disappear; like a lover, hope they call you again They love and hate you Romance and bait you The industry will take every chance to play you ??I'm a heart pumped slug, and it's stuck in its ways?? And music is the blood in my veins [Refrain: Drapht] Don't think they know how much work that we go to get through all these highs and these lows No, no [Hook: Drapht] These ain't just some songs, these ain't just some drums It's our music, music, music, music It ain't 'bout a throne, no one can take this from us It's our music, music, music, music [Verse 11: ?] Life is music, and music is life Not to be abused, but just using it right Given the chance I'm not refusing the mic Especially in the West with this crew that I like Crew that I love, of course it's SBX No Facebook fakes, just a call or a text Like the way you treat your family and the truest of friends I did music before, you know I'll do it again Scott started this crew, I'll see it through to the end With nothing but love, nothing to prove A beat, a couple buddies, and you jump in the booth WA mate, you know I'm loving it, dude Just tryna give back a little something for you So you can drink, jump around, and run amok with your crew You know, the type of shit MC Hunter would do Waking up hungover in a puddle of spew