It goes round full circle, yea there's diamonds in the rough
We got a motherf**ing earthful
Patience is a virtue, but times of the essence
As attention spans get shorter
It's hard to drink, must be something in the water
A nationwide, celebration of creative sides
So, ain't no surprise if you make the time
Its amazing what you may just find
Whatever flavour you like
Take your pick, bars, guitars, serato from far and wide
The artists in our own backyard here to
Carry on tradition, looking up at the stars, saying
One day we're gonna be they are, and
You wait till tomorrow
You wait till tomorrow
The well worn routine shows that you reap what you sew
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
But like that doors broke and the flood it commenced
And now our hip hops 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 its your flavour”
If its your flavour, celebrate it beside me
My happiness is slowly creeping back
Whys that, just gotta listen to the song bro
Found it off my head with my friends in the front row
And so I looked around, the faces I'd know
I fell in love with the people in the front row
Don't get it twisted, the gigs didn't teeth it
Been here its 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
Then its back to the lab again, the pen and pad again
For soul and glory, and word to Paul we
Love the 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
Its the tale of the travelling musician
She knew, but still struggled with the distance
He wished a big jet plane'd take her with him
Cause, its 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
All my people in the back of the spot
I want the top
If you know me you don't know me to stop
I want the 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 haaaanh
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
All my people in the back of the spot
I want the top
If you know me you don't know me to stop
I want the top
All my people in the back of the spot, let off a shot