Illy - Ausmusic Month Medley lyrics

It goes round full circle, yeah, there's diamonds in the rough We got a motherf**ing earthful Patience is a virtue, but time's of the essence As attention spans get shorter It's hard to drink, must be something in that water A nationwide celebration of creative sides So, ain't no surprise if you make the time Man, it's amazing what you may just find Whatever flavour you like Take your pick, bars, guitars, serato from far and wide The artists from our own backyard here to Carry on tradition Looking up at the stars, saying "One day we're gonna be where they are," and You wait till tomorrow You wait till tomorrow That well-worn routine shows that you reap what you sow So those seeds gonna grow Get dope, get unearthed and leave home for the road And as what the seasons change, ebb and flow New crops fall in love with the people in the front row Right? Now I know something 'bout that I was a fresh faced seventeen, snuck in the back I couldn't buy you a round, but I could jump with the pack What a great night, thank Pressure and Suffa for that Under the surface, a scene bubbled and hissed Too many kings to name, countless others to list And like that, doors broke and the flood commenced And now our hip hop's all up in this b**h Watched a fresh style be bedded in the psyche Of the general ma** by gentlemen just like me Every unlikely leader, was getting live (if it's your flavour) If it's your flavour, celebrate it beside me because My happiness is slowly creeping back (Why's that?) Just gotta listen to the song, bro I found it off my head with my friends in the front row And I looked around, the faces I'd know I fell in love with the people in the front row And I looked around, the faces I'd know I fell in love with the people in the front row Now don't get it twisted, the gigs didn't teeth it It's been here for years, shhh, that's our little secret Now, it might not have gave birth to a genre But it found its feet in between rehearsals and encores Soon enough, tours done for And then it's back to the lab again, the pen and pad again For soul and glory, word to Paul We love those great tellers of Australian stories, right And he said since I left you I know, not somebody that I used to Leave lonely, she said better be home soon Or something's gotta give Man, it's the tale of the travelling musician She knew, but still struggled with the distance And he wished a big jet plane could take her with him 'Cause it's always better when she's near He was shaking in his seat, riding through the street From a Virgin flight, to her Shaking in his seat, riding through the streets To Newtown and straight to her door To her door To her door To her door And so it goes full circle, as those stories of yesteryear Give way and the next appear No less revered, nah, they're treasured as legend here But new diamonds in the rough make their presence clear And all they want in this life is the chance to do their thing But who got next can wait, I got now, I say I want the top, top, top, top, top, top All my people in the back of the spot I want the top, top, top, top, top, top If you know me you don't know me to stop I want the top, top, top, top, top, top All my people in the back of the spot, let off a shot Bringing that knife through bu*ter flow out Got summer sewn round my pinkie One, two, won't suffer no clowns Didn't know then, they about to know now We run this sh** like the buses broke down, huh Now that's one for the kids Two for the stories, three for the gigs Four for the right now and it don't stop When Cinematic drop, bets off I said I want the top I want the top, top, top, top, top, top All my people in the back of the spot I want the top, top, top, top, top If you know me you don't know me to stop I want the top, top, top, top, top All my people in the back of the spot, let off a shot