[Eso:] Imagine a 5 year old, without a doubt in his mind
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Where Star Wars was still real; and no mountain's to high
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That mountain was blue, my first birthdays residence
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And since then, I've made earthquake evidence
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See, positive thinking's an actual fact
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Way before gangster rap had you packing a gat
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I'd watch Breakdance and idol Ozone
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Way before you had that bling bling
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Way before I puffed the home grown
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Rented it so many times, back in Kurrajong heights
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I wore out the VHS, imagine long nights
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Day after day, I'd let it play, reciting the lines
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Try and fathom what I imagined, inside of my mind
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Grabbed a dollar off my dad Shabadoo I had it for ya
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To save the centre, If I ever made it to California
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And then the moment came, my mother said we're going
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Jumped on a jumbo and we sailed across the ocean, like
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Oh lord, I want to live to life's midnight
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And keep running through dark to that dim light
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And to the world, I say when I'm humming the blues
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If you're coming at me, Then I'm coming at you. x2
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[Eso:] My arrival was an eyeful, of everything I thought
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My Disneyland dream was everywhere I walked
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With that dollar in my pocket, I was on a mission
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Deep inside, I knew I'd meet him, I had gone the distance
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And on that last day, down Melrose Avenue
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2 worlds collided when my eyes saw Shabadoo
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There was a crash, so you can capture it accurate
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But the accident was no accident, it was actually happening
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My mum hit the brakes, I jumped out the car
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Ran to an angel, blood pumped through my heart
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He showed me his Jag, he took me to his restaurant
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Photos signed, B-Boy stance, this is the best of
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My memories that I cherish forever
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The last time I really remember my parents together
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Lifting the movement, they never pictured I'd do it
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But I'm a living example and I got the pictures to prove it, so
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Oh lord, I want to live to life's midnight
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And keep running through dark to that dim light
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And to the world, I say when I'm humming the blues
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If you're coming at me, Then I'm coming at you. x2
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[Bliss:] From the back of the yellow bus when PGC brought me new music
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Singing and Mimicking what I heard, beat boxing in a blue buik
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From Virginia, continue to when Max and I met
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With our heads between 2 boom boxes, making tracks on cassettes.
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Yeah we were sifting through them singles, searching for some instrumentals
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Thirsting how to make 'em, when we learnt that we would be instrumental
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Late 90's. back in NZ for a visit
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Shit, my cuz gave me Che Fu 2b S.Pacific
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Brainfighta in my head, man it gave me light
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Like Rachid giving Izm that X-Men tape that changed his life
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And I remember Macka's mother's Joan, calling me on the phone
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Telling me to turn on basic equipment and we learnt we weren't alone
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And saw that SP and that MP up in Benz or a Beamer
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Back when if you were white, you were speaking through the pen of a dreamer
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Outkasts, from the farthest depths finding fate
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Lay your own track, art express 98', check it
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Oh lord, I want to live to life's midnight
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And keep running through dark to that dim light
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And to the world, I say when I'm humming the blues
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If you're coming at me, Then I'm coming at you. [x2]
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Life's Midnight
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| Bliss N Eso |
