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Horrorshow

If You Know What I Mean

 

If You Know What I Mean

(Album: Bardo State - 2017)


Now once upon a time not long ago (Not long ago)
There was an ocker kicking rhymes up in the land of rock and roll
He's not a rocker, just a stoner on a roll (On a roll)
Going all out on the road and tryna make the honour roll
See I been all up in the dojo practicing my braggadocio
Learned to toot my own horn, blow my saxophone and my oboe
Soprano, alto, baritone, mastered my high and low notes
A quick jazz cigarette then I'm taking my solo
If you ain't heard about it ask around
On any given Sunday bet we turn the party out
Get love on every corner walking through our part of town
Yeah, you that lucky winner, Price Is Right and so you better come on down
To the inner west, come and visit the turf
You'll see my crew be running Sydney like the City2Surf
From the pretty beach sides to the sticks in the 'burbs
They say "that dude Smooth Nicholas, he slick with them words"

I was rolling with my brosef and he turned and said to me
"Homie, you been going in since we was only seventeen"
I said "I ain't one to blow my own, but I tend to agree
If ah, you know what I-you know what I mean, what I mean"
Now the punters say they love the way I spit it on the beat
It put the roof over my head and put the kicks up on my feet
Nothing changed, still a couple snakes, we cut them blades of green
If ah, you know what I-you know what I mean

The sorta shit that they let fly, I could do with my eyes closed
But I'm taking the high road, tryna scale heights, never fall off cause I climb slow
See my sign's goat, as in G.O.A.T
Make my way from A to B while spelling out what's plain to see
My man was shotgun in the 'Yota, looked over and said to me
"Homie, you been going in since we was only seventeen"
When we'd rock up to your house party, rolling twenty deep
Turning off your Black Eyed Peas and throwing on some BDP
R.B.G, R.O.C, Eminem or D.R.E
R.S.E, BnE or Suffa, Pressure, and Debris
For the moment probably be that O.V.O or T.D.E
But homie this that O.N.E, that D.A.Y, that E.N.T
Nowadays we got our names up on the list and drinks are free
It's like something I think I saw in a vision or a dream
I'm tryna paint the kind of picture that make you picture the scene
If ah, you know what I-you know what I mean

I was rolling with my brosef and he turned and said to me
"Homie, you been going in since we was only seventeen"
I said "I ain't one to blow my own, but I tend to agree
If ah, you know what I-you know what I mean, what I mean
Now the punters say they love the way I spit it on the beat
It put the roof over my head and put the kicks up on my feet
Nothing changed, still a couple snakes, we cut them blades of green
If ah, you know what I-you know what I mean

Don't wanna blow my own trumpet, don't wanna toot my own horn
Don't wanna beat my own drum kit, don't wanna write my own score
But they like it, they love it, they buy it, they bump it, recite it
Turn it up and then they bump it up some more
Don't wanna blow my own trumpet, don't wanna toot my own horn
Don't wanna beat my own drum kit, don't wanna write my own score
But they like it, they love it, they buy it, they bump it, recite it
Turn it up and then they bump it up some more

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