[Joelistics] + (Seed MC)
First off, I'd like to offer you all a warm welcome
From here in Melbourne where the sun shines seldom (right?)
You might be anywhere at all in this world
B-boys and B-girls, we're bringing gems and pearls
And like you we're unique in the treasure we speak
And this music we make cultivates our belief
So, let me kick an introduction on the drums
And get beginnings begun and role call the components
My name is Joelistics (I'm Seed MC)
Paso's on the scratch and Yeroc works the beats
[Chorus: 2X]
We are T-Z-U
How do you do? Do you
Do what you do cause you
Love to do what you do? We do
[Seed MC]
We started off on street sides with hand drums
Upgraded to this, we're the grandsons
Of diggers and widows, immigrants, engineers
Gamblers, jazz collectors and fishermen on piers
Our roots are panoramic, looser than pan-jamming
From Syd' to Melbs, New Plymouth to Pakistan
You could be on the bus daydreaming out the window
Or walking the bush track, it don't matter what you're in to
We've been chopping beats talking bout what we've been through
Now we've done the mic check, let the show continue
[Joelistics]
Cause these four fellas are Terence McKenna storytellers
Telling our tales and leaving trails like entrails
Tipping the scales until the cloud cover clears
And these weird ideas move minds and rears
From earliest beginnings to these current proceedings
From trees down to seedlings, we age well like Riesling
So while we're breathing people keep breeding
Tzu's mission statement is to keep on keeping
[Seed MC]
For the cats with no cash or the folks in the mansions
We formed the band for the thinkers and dancers
The one's curious looking for answers
[Seed MC] + (Joelistics)
The instrumentalists (rocking the jamming sh**)
The gold medallists (or the swimming-in-dam kids)
The old settlers (or the tribes whose land it is)
The pub rockers (and the bar staff)
The fruit vendors (and the art smart bohemians)
The whole damn demographic
This band stops traffic from backstreet to paddock
(We put it down for the addicts and the fiends
And the friends who feel the soul of the music)
[Chorus: 2X]
Da-da-da-da-dum, da-dum, da-dum
Da-da-da-da-dum, da-dum, da-dum
Da-da-da-da-dum, da-dum, da-dum
[Paso] + (Seed MC)
We...
(Alright, here it goes, here it goes)
Can I come in?
{*Scratches by Paso*}
"Who's there?"
Hang on