Generations - Amity

I walk out with a handful of three or four/

Gems from the CD store, blow my paycheck/

But I ain’t blown away yet until I leave the door/

And repeat it all when I come back next week for more/

I get home and unwrap the plastic/

With my MP3 player’s battery flattening/

Play them in the stereo from back to back/

And flick through the liner notes of every track to practice/

I was actually left in rhapsodies from my rap CDs/

Tap repeat on the boom bap with the fattest beats/

Dreaming of being in the fineprint of lineups/

Then a support act to headlining, my mind spun/

My idols once were dreamers then some believed them/

Helped them in becoming teachers and public speakers/

All told once they were underachievers/

Now fucking leaders who remain undefeated

Hook:

And this is where it all begins/

It goes around and it comes back again/

For the kids to pick up with a pad and pen/

Just like what happened then with mad respect/

To the legends of the local scene/

Who took it from the street to radio and overseas/

And gave us the foundation to grow and feed/

Generations of our own to sow the seeds

This is history in the making, it’s written in the pages/

While listening to my favourite and biggest inspirations/

Ever since STAT 6 was scribbled on the pavement/

With Illy in my playlist, spitting was contagious/

My advice, you can give or you can take it/

At uni learning that the music industry is changing/

And in amazement, sitting at the station/

And wishing for a minute I could kick it with the majors/

Those I look up to were once in my position/

Listening to their influences right where I am sitting/

And it’s in this very spot where rhymes were written/

That changed the lives of guys like me and I’ll continue/

Writing lyrics to carry on their lives' tradition/

With my mind racing at a million miles a minute/

Reciting the lines on stage with a mic, a spitting/

Image of the guys I admire and tried to mimic

Hook:

And this is where it all begins/

It goes around and it comes back again/

For the kids to pick up with a pad and pen/

Just like what happened then with mad respect/

To the legends of the local scene/

Who took it from the street to radio and overseas/

And gave us the foundation to grow and feed/

Generations of our own to sow the seeds

I knew what I wanted to do with my life/

When my mum played Eminem and introduced me to rhyme/

Yeah, the Hoods and BnE influenced my style/

And gave a creative outlet to an intuitive child/

See, I was desperate to get involved in the scene/

But scared that I wasn’t ready to be told what it means/

Everything was there and now that I’m older, I see/

I already got my foot in the door with a hold on the beat/

Dropped my demo CD in the ONETWO letterbox/

Hoping all my dreams would come true, fingers crossed/

Recognition leaves some dudes better off/

I’m still on the 680 bus route penning songs/

Mastering a craft that’s passed through generations/

Blasted in cars and parks with dedication/

Truth be told, it’s not hard to resonate with/

Someone else who speaks from the heart with pen and paper

Hook:

And this is where it all begins/

It goes around and it comes back again/

For the kids to pick up with a pad and pen/

Just like what happened then with mad respect/

To the legends of the local scene/

Who took it from the street to radio and overseas/

And gave us the foundation to grow and feed/

Generations of our own to sow the seeds