Room To Breathe

Lyrics

[Intro: Joelistics] Ah ha ha! [Verse 1: Joelistics] For all the midnight scribes and poets amplified The many minds that analyse and write it down in rhyme The beat nomads with rhythmic vocabs Who understand the underground is great down under Lungs rumble thunder while lips spit wisdom For the lyricist with an emphasis on articulation "Oh, rapping in Aussie accents? That sounds different" That's right, that's the mission, we out to Gough Whitlam Man, we about to let the whole world have a listen A mighty multiculture and TZU feel it A cross between Wilsons Prom and Wilson Pickett And TZU said "Fuck you" to every single bigot Including the industry, greedy malignant That offers no support for originality Australia treats the arts likе a dog with fleas I got friends at uni can't afford their school fees Friеnds doing crazy revolutionary things Friends who sing, write, paint, and sculpt And friends who are wasting away on the dole 99% of them are feelin' the heat Livin' cheap, keepin' up the upkeep, trying to make ends meet Man, it's bleak If you're not mainstream, then you're up shit creek "Fuck that!" is my comeback I'll never compromise for a contract I sound phat on all tracks I rap on (Phwoar!) And I'm waiting for the rest of you to catch on 'Cause I live in a place where songlines are ancient From beach to bush, to the desert, you can taste it Respect to indigenous cultures and nature We got this homegrown hip-hop rockin' Australia [Chorus: Joelistics & Seed MC] To all MCs in the land of Aus To all MCs in the land of Aus To all MCs in the land of Aus Stop, and consider your beers 'Cause we don't care what you wear or who you know We wanna hear your crew flow And we don't care if you stink Black or pink, we wanna know if you think And these MCs, mic fiends Need room to breathe Come on, breathe, breathe Come on, b-b-b-b-b-breathe (With accents most full on) Yeah, come on, breathe, b-b-breathe (With accents most full on) (With accents most full on) [Bridge: Joelistics & Seed MC] For all the gifted MCs, the committed MCs Break it down MCs, "blah blah blah" MCs The timid MCs, uninhibited MCs The know-it-all, no doubt, "Know what I mean?" MCs Keep it real MCs, record deal MCs The bolder and the holier than thou MCs Move a crowd MCs, accent proud MCs The little Aussie battlers and battle casualties The cream MCs, the cheese MCs This here rap is for all of these [Verse 2: Seed MC] From shore to shore, west to east From Perth across the Nullarbor, this is a cypher, complete Rhymes spread like cane toads down the east coast One rap tempest for the whole continent With content true to whatever we relate to Initiate a voice and indeed squeeze beats from the speakers The Blundstone babblers and Adidas sneaker pimps Leaving their mark with speech and ink TZU acknowledge all crews, Dandenong to [?] All environmentalists, hip-hop experimentialists Don't let the fools who discredit us Prevent us from rocking it, gentle or venomous This land came from natives and convicts 8-bit, we got the shit to drop on politics With literature and wax, represent the youth raps Neighbourhood, break an axe [?] bridge, line graph, yeah The funky rambles transmitting on local channels Mount the saddle of this track ([?] to outback) In these down under climates, temperate and tyrant Old and rugged rhymes rain down on this island MCs be the pilots, and DJs, the navigators Down the Oodnadatta Track I'm amusing at the fact that this thing called rap is mad contagious Bridging the gaps way down the great dividing ranges Songlines been around for a long time Now kids rhyme, real time, real accent Spittin' words relevant to community action All guys and girls freestyle, speak wild All the crews, drop the beat, pick up the rhyme, speak With words that resemble the arts and their potential With native tongue utensil, speak the four elements of hip-hop intelligence Not to rip off Americans [Chorus: Joelistics & Seed MC] So to all MCs in the land of Aus To all MCs in the land of Aus To all MCs in the land of Aus Come on, stop, and consider your beers 'Cause we don't care what you wear or who you know We wanna hear your crew flow And we don't care if you stink Black or pink, we wanna know if you think And these MCs, mic fiends Yeah, they need room to breathe Come on, breathe Come on, breathe Come on, breathe Come on, breathe