[Verse 1: Reason]
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 fad, became a longterm member
Hip-hop's my drink, a twenty-five year bender
Take you way back to the eyes of the beholder
Initially I was infantry, a late eighties soldier
Way before revolver homies and lads
Used to sport pony and chill with undergrads
Went from theory to practice, three stripes and maxes
Batter down the hatches, fights and 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

[Scratches: DJ Flagrant]
"I was born with the boom—boom—boom bap"
"I'm a rhy—rhyme ar—artist"
"And let me say a rhy—rhyme in your ear"
"I was born with the—
Boom—boom—boom bap" "It was all a dream"
"Long as the mic is loud and the volume's pumpin'
I'ma move crowds to two-thousand and somethin'" (yeah)
[Verse 2: Illy]
From battle raps in backyards, back when the accent
Was a replica of rap stars, I didn't know better
Heard Bias B's "Hursty" and overnight the U.S. style
That I'd flirted with converted to my native tongue
I met up with some older lads in school, remember riding nine to a van
To see mates play gigs to twenty fans
When Obese Records was the mecca
Sharing ciggies with Muph on Izzett St at the shopfront, I remember
Playing Solomon my demo tracks, remember hanging at
Prahran park parties, drinking metre's from where legend's sat
Too shy to speak, but too inspired to leave
Pegz's 350Z may as well have been a Rolls-Royce to me
Since, I've 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... that

[Scratches: DJ Flagrant]
"I was born with the boom—boom—boom bap"
"I'm a rhy—rhyme ar—artist"
"And let me say a rhy—rhyme in your ear"
"I was born with the—
Boom—boom—boom bap" "It was all a dream"
"Long as the mic is loud and the volume's pumpin'
I'ma move crowds to two-thousand and somethin'"
[Verse 3: Elemont]
Like it all began in 2006, spinning Def Wish up in my Discman Showing love to the ones that weren't afraid to go the distance
Persistence and train trips with mates, it amazed me
I'm looking back now loving that it wasn't the mainstream
Embracing what I saw deemed as a dream
Was different to the other kids while living through my teens
I seemed free, though intrigued by defeating the reach
Eighteen perceiving the means, which involved achieving to be
Everything I wanted too, inspired by the culture of kings
Since Hilltop I had some love for the shit
Pumped for the gigs, train rides to the city of sins
Rhyming syllables every time if the line wasn't in
Building a bridge in order to branch the gap, influenced advance to rap
An answer back from being a fan of that
Infatuated from the Capricorn cat
And now months after my first track, I've enacted a firm grab

[Scratches: DJ Flagrant]
"I was born with the boom—boom—boom bap"
"I'm a rhy—rhyme ar—artist"
"And let me say a rhy—rhyme in your ear"
"I was born with the—
Boom—boom—boom bap" "It was all a dream"
"Long as the mic is loud and the volume's pumpin'
I'ma move crowds to two-thousand and somethin'"