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i know you've met all the rest of them......but, seriously...have you ever met a hippiefrom the city called Sydney?an emcee who's no jokeand blows smoke like a chimneyno? well, get with me (bitch)i'm bound to break the barricades babblinga hundred thousand fucking savage apesso welcome everybody to my bud's imaginationwhere my heart sings bluesand drunken affirmationsthe flowers in the pavementare there to salvage hip-hopcrooked and loopy in the greenhouselike alfred hitchcockhundreds acting brainlessso something has to change, kidsor else this axe is mineforever hunting on the rangersi elevate the causewhile i celebrate the forcethe words rotate the stressSongtexteand meditation boreshey yo, put 'em up, throw 'em updo your thing and grow the stuffit's the words, now ya heard,repeat the name and know the sussit's bliss 'n eso and theygobble our sound downand get off the groundand wobble aroundhey yo, put 'em up, throw 'em upeverybody grows the stuffit's the words, now ya heard,repeat the name and know the sussit's bliss 'n eso and theygobble our sound downand get the whole land to wobble aroundwhen they make you a partneri'm starting to not believe in this legion'cause we be growing fresh wordsand it's not leaving this regionwe heard farm wide, stars collideain't no finer carnivalthe state that always scrape the hullfree from rhyme or barnacleson our vessel, prepared for voyage seapackin' on beef to serve mescurvy won't corrupt my buoyancyand we arrived at the bash like migrantsand the reception was grand 'cause we re-hashed that vibrancethat they once had but lostto a sea of starving catsso the harvest was broughtby these three charming chaps... the right cogs looseto break free from that farmand bring the right pro-ducefor this rappin' sitcoma program laughtert0 make you think it's goodbut really it's just a toe jam crackerand they feedin' you, it's like aflea market full of dumb shits (of dumb shit)'cause we remarkable... hey yo, put 'em up, throw 'em updo your thing and grow the stuffit's the words, now ya heard,repeat the name and know the sussit's bliss 'n eso and theygobble our sound downand get off the groundand wobble aroundhey yo, put 'em up, throw 'em upeverybody grows the stuffit's the words, now ya heard,repeat the name and know the sussit's bliss 'n eso and theygobble our sound downand get the whole land to wobble around(it's the greenhouse)...you're bound to get hooked on the ink i bleed on my soul sketchbookaccepted at the entrancei paid without cashstared dragons in their eyesand laid them out flatperverted poets watching the fairies flyit's underground and stay in the trenchwhen the canary diesit's eso, if you didn't know the king's nameand every time i flythe colors of my wings changeloud burpin', hangglidingcloud surfin', man i been here for yearsyou've just never lookedthat furry feathered bookholds my thoughts on voodoo sexdo your thing, flew overthe motherfuckin' cuckoo's nestwho you think it is? mei cry colors, an only childwho wishes he had five brothersi'm up next, bitchand i represent proudlyborn and raised inthe year of the rowdyallow me to let my dog looseon your beach mousea monkey with a micin a mahogany treehouseread the sign, it says keep outi keep it lit and blownin the big bad greenhousehey yo, put 'em up, throw 'em updo your thing and grow the stuffit's the words, now ya heard,repeat the name and know the sussit's bliss 'n eso and theygobble our sound downand get off the groundand wobble aroundhey yo, put 'em up, throw 'em upeverybody grows the stuffit's the words, now ya heard,repeat the name and know the sussit's bliss 'n eso and theygobble our sound downand get the whole land to wobble around(it's the greenhouse... makin' it hot)man, at least i'm not lyingtryin' to recoup the baitthen buyin' the used loop you takeyou're lying about the loop you makeyou fallin' short of the hoop, you's fakewhile my troop can makeany shot we shoot and takewe keep it down to earthwhere grassroots don't breakand that's just the feelin'these words will makeand all the flakin', make an offeris bringin' regurgitationand it's filthy just thinkin' about the hand one setmy words were spiccity-spanbut my biggity handsstill kept that penmanshipso though i wrote like three booksit's right on the news pageand uh, no we're not on street hooksour style is engagednot a stroke past midnightand all through the clubnot a emcee stirrednot even a rappin' thugjust a clown being meso jelly pumpin' seewhere do they gothey had to return that flowto the rental companyoh! so people, let looseand wobble your framethey say, where ya grow your words?i tell 'em, boggle, the gamehey yo, put 'em up, throw 'em updo your thing and grow the stuffit's the words, now ya heard,repeat the name and know the sussit's bliss 'n eso and theygobble our sound downand get off the groundand wobble aroundhey yo, put 'em up, throw 'em upeverybody grows the stuffit's the words, now ya heard,repeat the name and know the sussit's bliss 'n eso and theygobble our sound downand get the whole land to wobble around Aus Songtexte Mania