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Before I forget
Let me get my voice out my neck
Let me paint a silhouette with the
Thought I project
Let me show you dreams that seem
They all in your head
And take you back
Before Spotify or the internet
I was just a kid
Attracted to music
So anything that I could
Make a beat with I'd use it
Tins, buckets and cans
Banging the kick drum
Like look Mum
I thought I was the man
Wooden spoons or even my hands
Come to think of it
Mum used to go for exactly
The same things why
When I was caught being a bastard
She'd say you back chat to me
I'l make a beat on your arse kid
But she couldn't drum it in me
So incidentally now
I got the drummer in me
So as long as the beat is banging
It's rumbling something in me
So fundamentally I got
Hip-hop running in me
And that was a young age
And those were the stones paved
For me to me this great
For Peter or Paul's sake
I gotta make music
Drop the bomb on them
But first I gotta fuse it
Hip-hop running in my blood
Saturday morning
Mean we gotta do
Shopping and groceries
Mums like get in the car
And I'm like no please
I think I'm sick or I've got a disease
Cause every time I sneeze
My nose bleeds
She like ok but don't answer the door
And if the phone rings answer it
But remember who called
She gets in the car
And backs out the driveway
And I'm just checking the coast clear and I'm safe
Mums gone a minute not even a second later
And I'm heading over
Straight to the record player
I'm a scratch the wax off the back
Of this Johnny Cash vinyl
And there ain't a damn thing
That I know
About doing it properly
And there also ain't a damn thing
That you could do to stop me
Cause I'm the 'DJ' and he's the rapper
Mesmerised my eyes
By the turn table platter
Hip-hop running in my blood
Is that a rap song
Where you at son
I'm in my room mum
Getting my rap on
I'd listen to radio stations
Not hating
The top eight at eight
Had me standby waiting
With hip-hop I could escape
Like see you later
And if you were like me
You were one of the first
Playlist curators
I'd put a blank cassette tape in the deck
Press play record on it
And the world I'd forget
At this stage
I hadn't even considered a pen
I really just enjoyed listening then
On the road I could put
My headphones on my head
Disappear in the music
And explore there instead
If your double a batteries
Were losing their charge
The music would slow down
The beat would be half
This was my life
And I was living it right
Just a hip-hop fan
With a vision in sight alright
Hip-hop running in my blood