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We grow spanning the whole gamma with no planning Flow banging my head like cro-magnons Dope [?] Spittin' bars on fat loops Syntax and stains like scars and tattoos And that's truth We hate cops and love samplin' Running rampant on stage like gargantuan So start amping 'em up I'm obese With highly explosive Polynesian motif No beef with the creeds live among us My whole crews' various shades of different colours Sick on drums Avant-garde ignoramus I'm on some backyard shit with my brothers Down with the artist rollin' incognito In a business that's built like a big casino It's all about how you use what you know Improving yourself without losing soul I'm no genius with infinite aspiration I utilise vision and vivid imagination An everyday 28 year old renegade Penetrate, with the heavy-weight pen and papes Gettin' praise, centre stage 'til it emanates Entertains, sendin' brains on getaways Letras de cancionesWe meditate to drum loops and set it straight Dedicate life to art you can't regulate Imagine every computer in the world crashed Allah and Christ in the pub singing Pearl Jam Imagine solar cities and electric cars Who gives a fuck about steps on Mars Imagine Pegz in charge, start again and rebuild Give parliament house to the mentally ill Imagine seventy mil' was not enough Imagine every Westfield was a barter club Imagine Indigenous people governed us The cops and the councils were someone to trust Imagine Cathy Freeman was PM Six hour shifts and a four day weekend Three month holidays Five hundred dollar raise Ninety minute smoko breaks, cook a bolognese What a way to live if we could only imagine What? that's the dream that drove me to action From Letras Mania