Yo, from half a headphone as a mic and a busted boom box
To rockin' the spot, from Sydney to the fuckin' boondocks
To the fans when we pass through who love to wave high
To the arms that hold me up when I jump and stage dive

To kids outside the venue who ain't on the door list
They love the music, they just can't afford it
Watch them build that cipher smilin' quite glad
Why aren't they glum, what, you dumb?
'Cause hip hop has no price tag

And everybody's welcome, it has no nationality
This is for rappers who ain't just in it for the fast salary
Who don't just push violence, money with all that damn braggin'
Who don't just jump on the 'It's all entertainment' bandwagon

To the DJ who drops his tune and ain't paid to play it
To anyone who loves their partner and ain't afraid to say it
To everyone who's shown love when I looked unsure
Friends and fam', shit even the girls I boofed on tour, man

This is for you, you're the reason I wrote this
You're the reason I stand in the rain and get my clothes wet
Oh it's just another taste from the bottle
Oh, it's Bliss 'N' Eso's page from the novel

This is for you, you're the reason I wrote this
You're the reason I stand in the rain and get my clothes wet
Oh it's just another taste from the bottle
Oh, it's Bliss 'N' Eso's page from the novel

Keep your cash, gold, your glitter and cars
Keep your royal red carpet for your city of stars
This ain't for the system to put a cage on your mind
It's for those who don't suck dick for radio time

And the only time you'll ever catch me aimin' a rifle
Is when there's nothin' on my telly but Australian Idol
We rock rusty mics and spit what we think
Shabby hotel hoppers that piss in the sink

See rich make money and poor make magic
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A habit for the headphones
(Kid's ride the merry go)
'Round down to meet me
(Inside your stereo)

With no ride and no meals, full of shrimp
I'm broke but hip hop can make me feel like a pimp
See a man who lives patient, handles displacement
Writin' rhymes for you in a candle lit basement

This is for you, you're the reason I wrote this
You're the reason I stand in the rain and get my clothes wet
Oh it's just another taste from the bottle
Oh, it's Bliss 'N' Eso's page from the novel

This is for you, you're the reason I wrote this
You're the reason I stand in the rain and get my clothes wet
Oh it's just another taste from the bottle
Oh, it's Bliss 'N' Eso's page from the novel

This is for the cause in the music, the gift that we're buildin'
We all gotta use it for liftin' these children
I haven't been the same since I fell in the well
I wished and found love where them ATLiens dwell

See it's the rhymes, it's the beat, it's the song, it's the mix
It's the times that we're free, it's the bomb, it's the shit
Opportunity's blind I don't wonder if he's comin'
So look Mum no hands, I made somethin' outta nothin'

This is for you, you're the reason I wrote this
You're the reason I stand in the rain and get my clothes wet
Oh it's just another taste from the bottle
Oh, it's Bliss 'N' Eso's page from the novel

This is for you, you're the reason I wrote this
You're the reason I stand in the rain and get my clothes wet
Oh it's just another taste from the bottle
And I hope this feelin' stays till tomorrow
And I hope this feelin' stays till tomorrow
And I hope this feelin' stays till tomorrow