HORRORSHOW - Uplift lyrics

rate me

Welcome to the manifesto of a man who stood the test of time

Seventeen years, still here to testify

I pour my heart into every line

Even so, you probably could've made a better bible

Uh, what's done is done, not here to be number one

Just to burst your bubblegum, and it's only just begun

The best is yet to come

So kick back for the story of how the inner west was won

I call it how I see it, nothing more, nothing less

Caught between the naysayers and the yes-men

But these are my songs, and you can love them or hate them

Either way we have something in common

Oi brother you can't sing, yeah I can't rap neither

But I'm here to do my thing till I make you a believer

So, flip a coin, pick a side, I don't give a fuck

I'm here to kick a rhyme, grab your spirit, try to lift it up

In this cold barren land that I call home

I'm just a man searching for the strength to walk alone

I stand tall, wear my weakness with pride

The glitch in the system with a fist in the sky

This is one part love, one part hate

One part luck, and one part fate

A whole lot of hard work and some heartbreak

But the scars fade

Life in the fast lane is stressing me

I'm tryna slow it down, focus on my goal to be an unknown celebrity

The every-man's antihero

Rocking a jam until I have a fan base of zero

Sydney Hip Hop politics

The white hats ignore the black hoodies

And they all ignore the backpacks, but me

I walk the grey space between all three

The thin line between fat laces and pre-torn jeans

So, you might catch me reading your girl's sky blog

Maybe bombing with the Krylon, rocking my iPod

Like what? ! I'm a national icon in the making

Here to get my vibe on

No, I don't know any trade secrets

But I made a promise to myself and I'm gonna keep it

Black hoodie with a crooked cap

Black humour with a crooked smile, rolling with a crooked pack

Of hopscotch players, who rock cross faders

And still find the time each day to watch neighbours

What? You got something to say? Run your mouth dude

One day soon we'll be coming your way

Self-appointed cynic, passionate pessimist

Borderline sociopath, manic perfectionist

My question is this

How every record, every rapper's claiming they're the best there is?

We like whose house? Mum's house!

Rent's free, you don't like it you can get the fuck out

Cause it's never been about fifteen minutes of fame

To a crowd of fifteen or fifteen thou' I spit it the same

See that's what I'm about, both feet on solid ground

Rocking out with my head in the clouds

So when it's all said and done at the end of the day

Catch me, headphones and a notepad, penning a phrase

I might not be the coolest, might not be the flyest

The toughest, the most likely to succeed

I'm definitely not the best

There will never another footprint on the surface of the earth

Quite the same as mine

And that's the only claim I'm walking out of here with