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• Artiste: Illy
• Titre: Same Number, Same Hood
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all city journeyman, rolling highways, dirt roads// and everything in between, just another version of home// melbournian show stealer, feel im worthy but know// it don't always work according to plan, gotta learn as you go// and i've found life's a game of inches, im still playing gaining digits// making calls, so if i fail, never blame it on indifference// since when train missions to obese were every teenage listeners right of passage// discern banging boombap there and back// i remember wagging to visit// so imagine me when the chance was given, to weave my own story into 4A Izzett's (address of Obese Records in Prahran)// couldn't wake me up with pinches// if the launch opened the door, then the block party blew it off the hinges// fast forward a year, and its my second LP// but im victorian baby, already coming after 3// don't worry bout me, im straight rep my city by the bay// spread love, all day, every day// And all i know is that i love our music, i rep my town// we stand too strong here to ever step down// now they all hooked, i never change, let em know that its all good// same number, same hood// And all i know is that i love our music, i rep my town// we stand too strong here to ever step down// now they all hooked, i never change, let em know that its all good// same number, same hood// im paying forward al the chances that the melbourne scene gave me// represent for them, even if it aint appreciated/ to the kids with a dream writing rhymes to make a statement// this is where hard work, and a lot of heart can take it// in fact iv barely began, with steady hands ima plan// and craft mine for the fam, and the friends, and the fans// but they don't need me to tell em, theyv already planted the flag// for hiphop, on burnt copies of american bands// im in the bayside sunshine, reaping for the frankston line// and thats where ima be residing when they call time// this culture of kings kept me honest// when i had a dream, a ballpoint pen, and nothing in my wallet// swore if i got a hold of what i wanted, id be bringing it home// and ima work fingers to bone to keep the promise// this is one love for the kids still struggling// melbourne city, bar none, but nothing// And all i know is that i love our music, i rep my town// we stand too strong here to ever step down// now they all hooked, i never change, let em know that its all good// same number, same hood// And all i know is that i love our music, i rep my town// we stand too strong here to ever step down// now they all hooked, i never change, let em know that its all good// same number, same hood//