For my people in the front
in the nosebleed section
This is for the headsets lovin the mix
my people in the front row covered in spit
batters in the box suffer the pitch
hilltop hoods ooh up in this ditch
So we the funk leaders
punx you can't beat us
we bump the bump metres
we jump you chumps need us
So jump with us
down the fron entrance
(what's your flavour)
your flavour
come get drunk with us
This life turned out nothing like I had planed
(why not)
by now I should have had some land
some money in my hand
round about 50 grand
But I got nothin (nothin)
I write rhymes on the bus
I keep sufferin (sufferin)
from the lines and the dust
you keep sniffin
that stuff is for the bong
crazy shit is for my bros
my people in the front row
you know I've looked around
for faces I'd know
I fell in love with the people in the front row
You know I've looked around
for faces I'd know
I fell in love with the people in the front row
Check it out
I got hip hop taste buds
I wanna feel that bass when I make love
wanna hear some lyrics when I wake up
write rhymes to get me through a break up
Rather whisky straight (no chaser)
went through 50 breaks (no flavour)
till I found this one (and made the)
bass loop with the drum (my savior)
This the come back
tongue that's
sharp like a thumb tac
so tight jams the same (keep my flip back)
One track, eight track
gave that residual
noise band funk
that we claim with the digital
Toys from the apatchy
you're failing to match me
throw ya hands in the air
like ya hailing a taxi
And move to the funk flow
ya stepping now ya drunk bro
this is for my peeps and the freaks
in the front row
you know I've looked around
for faces I'd know
I fell in love with the people in the front row
You know I've looked around
for faces I'd know
I fell in love with the people in the front row
People don't complain
if stuff isn't hip
and you're in the front row
all covered in beer
And club owners don't say
the place is werecked it's your fault
if the roof is on fire
its an electrical fault
Now I bet you will bolt
when I bring it live
like friday night footy
in my hoody yakkin harder
Get live from the breaks
on the place one
lads if you're headin to the bar
grab your mates one
Ladies come chill
come right for me honey
I got like half a mill
with monopoly money
There's no stoppin me honey
so you can take my hand
lay on the beach
and count grains of sand
Take a plane to japan
and drink sakI with the mafia
fly to libia for some bacardi
we'll get da for you
Dinner date
followed by a funk show (uh)
we'll rip off our rops
jump around in the front row
you know I've looked around
for faces I'd know
I fell in love with the people in the front row
You know I've looked around
for faces I'd know
I fell in love with the people in the front row
Put me here and I'm all yours
it's not for the money
and it's not for the applause
oh no no
(it's for the nosebleed section)
you know I've looked around
for faces I'd know
I fell in love with the people in the front row
You know I've looked around
for faces I'd know
I fell in love with the people in the front row

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