L Plates

Lyrics

[Intro: Joelistics] (Huh? Better?) Oh yeah! Okay, check it, check it Yah! Yah! [Verse 1: Joelistics, Seed MC, Both] Back in the caves, backpack in the day Neanderthal b-boy was taggin' his name And get it clear, Shakespeare was a rapper in his day And Obi-Wan and KRS-One are the same So put your ear to the ground like your name was Van Gogh (In your city or town) Someone's makin' the most So I propose a toast to the homegrown scene Up against the mainstream, but still keeps it nice Bringin' the vibe, DIY (Alright!) And locally the love cats keepin' it tight With style and grace like a drunk Tom Waits On stage, in the pub and in your record crates Australia's got a hard time claimin' a sound Lookin' for a culture sayin' "Yeah, that's ours" But you can get it when you're rhymin' and you can get it rockin' crowds You can get it gettin' down (Matter of fact, I got it now) [Chorus: Seed MC, Joelistics, Both] Whose songs get sung? Whose plays get played? Whose art gets seen? Whose films get made? Cape York to Adelaide Local flavour? Marinade Four-tracks, a mic and a million moves to swing We make it on a shoestring with L plate wings Build up ya thick skin to handle criticism The mainstream's got the heart and soul missing The underground keep it fresh like a baby teething Yep [Instrumental Break (Scratches by Yeroc)] [Sample] Go on, turn it up [Verse 2: Seed MC, Joelistics] Mmm, ya Back in the days, back in '78 When basketball courts heard the first beats break Kool Herc came, set up a P8 The street became the stage and nobody got paid Twenty four years on, and some call it the noughties And hip-hop still ain't about the Top 40 I'd rather hear my peers rep to a real audience For kids with integrity who want to hear it different With or without a [?] ears to listen Still do our shit, reminiscent of the rhythm that we rap to Beats that just back to and bops to Melbourne City's underground committee comin' at you Now, I say its mostly about the good times With the few good lines that underline the hard times But it's definitely not about the dollar signs Man, it's about the love and that's the bottom line (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Joelistics, Seed MC, Both] Whose songs get sung? Whose plays get played? Whose art gets seen? Whose films get made? Cape York to Adelaide Local flavour? Marinade Four-tracks, a mic and a million moves to swing We make it on a shoestring with L plate wings Build up ya thick skin to handle criticism The mainstream's got the heart and soul missing The underground keep it fresh like a baby teething Yep [Bridge: Joelistics, Seed MC, Both] Ah ha ha ha Alright, shoutout to Curse Ov Ozi Batla and Elf Tranzporter Hilltop Hoods, Good Buddha, Hic Step [?], Spare Change, Music vs Physics Can't forget the Symbiotic Sound System Scarz on 45, Solomon Klepto All the people at Next Level and Obese Records Check it, check To all art critics and cynics Our lyrics are arsenic, feel it! Pop compromises got the quality dwindling The industry ain't interested in anything interesting The A&R guys just squirm in their seats Peace to the kid freestylin' in the street Do it, 'cause ya love it 'Cause you wanna, 'cause ya kick it Bounce, twist, hip it with a check Kill it! And, um... [Chorus: Seed MC & Joelistics, Seed MC] Whose songs get sung? Whose plays get played? Whose art gets seen? Whose films get made? Cape York to Adelaide Local flavour? Marinade Four-tracks, a mic and a million moves to swing We make it on a shoestring with L plate wings Build up ya thick skin to handle criticism The mainstream's got the heart and soul missing The underground keep it fresh like a baby teething Yah