Thus Far

Lyrics

[Intro: Jimmy Nice] Yeah, and it goes On and on and on, and on and on and Said I gotta give you the real This is the story thus far Yeah, uh [Verse 1: Jimmy Nice, Solo, Nick Lupi] What up, fam? Nuff respect for tunin' in Get a cup, fill it up, let me do my thing Some shit I should address, hope I can put it best Dust off the flicks that sit on top a wooden chest Set of keys and a couple old matchsticks All Stations mag, a couple old graf' pics I remember hatin' this view when I was nineteen and broke Blowin' out my weed through the fly screen Let's bring it all to the light like high beams Quite like I've seen, from the ground up, like an I-beam Just some hopeless kids Out the underground most don't know exists House parties a block away, Nike's and polos A kiddie called Nicky, y'all know 'im as Solo (Sup, man?) We got together, put the letters in the crew (True) Later Nick Lupe got introduced [Verse 2: Nick Lupi, dead prez, Jimmy Nice] And I can still see it very clear, walkin' the same streets We crossed as kids, I spent my adolescence here Hip-hop spoke to us, we heard it everywhere Soak it up, pay your dues 'fore you get a chair On the bus to school, noddin' my head along Dead Prez, Let's Get Free, I learnt every song (Hip-hop) To us, older brothers were like legends And, as such, we worshipped the ground they'd treat upon Jimmy and Hilly used to walk to my school Just to pick me up, we couldn't cut class quick enough We would talk shit and just rhyme all day Recordin' takes down at Horse's place That's when I dabbled in the battle shit, took a couple titles out Dug a few ditches for dudes that they weren't climbin' out We used to laugh at the shit that we would rhyme about Never believed that we'd be puttin' vinyl out (Yeah) [Verse 3: Jimmy Nice] Friday came round, hit the city for drinks Train hoppin' on my day off, mixin' inks Politickin' on the chicks we linked, goddamn Wood stuck in hand like my shit don't stink Heard 'bout your party through the grapevine, we rocked up Thirty-deep down Mainline, we bossed up We in the era of the eighty-two-ten right now When we rhyme to the sound of a beatboxer Handful of peeps, jack beats and computer mics Seven rappers in one take, make sure you do it right [Verse 4: Nick Lupi] And we would do it like Rockin' shows on a school night Tryna move copies of The Future's Bright Shazzy B was the first one to play us FBI, we linked up with Famous We recorded at his flat in Paddington "Keep practicin'", he said, "And you'll get this happenin'" [Verse 5: Jimmy Nice] See, as it happened, Fame moved to the Cross Learnt quickly that that part of the city don't stop Suits livin' below and dealers above Diaz and B in the background showin' mad love The Hero and The Trickster by 13th Son Swarmy G, the gentleman's club Got on the Appetiser EP, I clear my throat Saw Suffa down in Soul clate, told me, "Them raps were dope" Quote, we not concerned with the bottom line This is somethin' you can't measure with a dollar sign [Verse 6: Nick Lupi, Jimmy Nice] We gave it everything we had, we was on the grind Hustle for studio time, for the dotted line To sign, nah, it wasn't even on the mind We just wanted to rhyme (Wanted the dimes) Had to pinch myself, we were kickin' it Jase's Going through beats with the man, M-Phazes Crashin' on the floor back at DJ Flagrant's "Here Today", remember when we made it (Uh) [Verse 7: Jimmy Nice] 'Member the first time that Triple J played it Money, yeah, we made it, but we never saved it We were busy ridin' the wave, and gettin' faded We were busy ridin' the wave, and gettin' faded Blow a couple G's on that Thailand pavement Came home, reality had me jaded Rental payments, wonder where the days went The Illy pad, the studio in the basement [Verse 8: Nick Lupi] Yeah, that's when we started gettin' into Exile My man, Adit, came through with the death-style Put our city on the back like textiles Puttin' the truth out there like the X-Files Two albums and a few tours down Inside Story brought us through your town More drinks, more weed, got around On a shoestring budget, but we tore shit down And so on the show goes Kickin' in the door till we broke both toes So we both know how broke goes Holdin' down jobs on the road, kickin' flows