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I'm growing up on the line known as Frankston
A young kid out to get respect upon the mic
I hope they felt it
No originator, more a second gen
A main participator of the paper and pen
Yeah, props no doubt became a long term member
Hip hop's my drink, a 25 year bender
Take you way back to the eyes of the beholder
Initially I was infantry, a late 80s soldier
Way before Revolver, homies and lads
Used to sport pony and chill with undergrads
Went from theory to practice, three stripes to maxes
Banner down the hatches, fight some malpractice
I called your bluff and tried to keep it fresh bro
I just can't get enough like Depeche Mode
Woop woop was the sound of Obese
Woop woop, I'm out and just peace
I was born with the boom boom boom bap
I'm a rap rhyme artist
And let me say a rap rhyme in your ear
I was born with the boom boom boom bap
It was all a dream
Notice the mic is loud and the volume's pumping
I'ma move crowds with 2000 and some
Yeah, from battle raps in backyards
Back when the accent was a replica of rock stars
I didn't know better
I heard Bias B's Hersey and overnight
The US style that I flirted with converted to my native tongue
And met up with some older lads in school
Remember riding on to a van to see mates play gigs to 20 fans
When Obese Records was the mecca
Sharing ciggies with Marfon is a street at the shop front
I remember playing Solomon my demo tracks
Remember hanging out for Rampart parties
Drinking meters from where legends sat
Too shy to speak but too inspired to leave
Peg's 350Z may as well have been a Rolls Royce to me
Since I did it on my own
Still I tip my hat for those who made it possible
And wouldn't even know
Cheers for that, bridge the gap
Resonate on the track
Single moments in time
Generations of rap like