Lyrics Ausmusic Medley - Illy

it goes round full circle, yea there's diamonds in the rough//
we got a motherfucking earthful//
patience is a virtue, but times of the essence//
as attention spans are shorter//
very hard to drink, must be something in the water//
a nationwide, celebration of creative sides//
so, aint 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, swearing//
one day we're gonna be they are, and//
you wait til 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 bitch//
watched a fresh style be, bedded in the psyche//
of the general mass 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 (kelly) 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 somethings 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 with her near, he was//
shaking in his seat, riding through the street//
from a virgin flight, to her//
shaking in his seat, riding through the street//
to newtown and straight, to her door//
and so it goes full circle, the 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 butter 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 shit like the buses broke down haaaanh//
now thats 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//