Cipher at the Opera House Elefant Traks (Ft. L-FRESH The LION, Ozi Batla, Solo, The Tongue & Urthboy)
[Intro: Urthboy]
Dr. Seuss was a hat man
Snapback cap with a crack clan
A mad man, he was a rap fan
Capped by the name of that chap, Sam
A million miles off the track, man
All the way to the planets and back to land
Like a paintbrush talented at tap dance
On a wolf in the skin of a trapped lamb
Damn, back down in Blacktown
We sat round and rapped round some rhymes
Till they wrapped round a tree
And in the background of the rap round's
Was a track sound and when that wound
Itself back round it was fourty-five to thirty-three
Drop the track, pow!
[Interlude: The Tongue, Urthboy]
Here we go (Aha-ha-ha)
E-traks in the Opera House, who woulda thought? (Hey)
Elefant Traks in the buildin’, yo
I still-I still don’t know if it’s real
Yeah, yeah, ayy
[Verse 1: The Tongue, Urthboy, L-FRESH The LION]
It's East Sydney’s Makaveli, puffin’ on the hybrid
You would'a seen this coming if you'd listen to the psychics
‘Cause I was simply destined to be touching all these mics, kid
History books will tell you nobody can do it like him
My life can get dramatic, I'm performing at the Opera House
Rapping in Cambodia, home crowd, Big Day Out
Guess I really did it, traded these plane tickets for lyrics (Hey)
Never photoshopped my image, just maintained the vision
Yeah, for a moment like this
The day the world recognised a young man's gift
Made this kid feel special like one last kiss
Now I'm at Terminal 4, black sun-glasses
‘Bout to rock this tour with my closest friends
If the album's number one then we all get a Benz (Uh)
If it's in the top forty find us drinking at the Townie (Hey, yeah)
Celebrate today as the night falls around me
Dr. Seuss was a hat man
Snapback cap with a crack clan
A mad man, he was a rap fan
Capped by the name of that chap, Sam
A million miles off the track, man
All the way to the planets and back to land
Like a paintbrush talented at tap dance
On a wolf in the skin of a trapped lamb
Damn, back down in Blacktown
We sat round and rapped round some rhymes
Till they wrapped round a tree
And in the background of the rap round's
Was a track sound and when that wound
Itself back round it was fourty-five to thirty-three
Drop the track, pow!
[Interlude: The Tongue, Urthboy]
Here we go (Aha-ha-ha)
E-traks in the Opera House, who woulda thought? (Hey)
Elefant Traks in the buildin’, yo
I still-I still don’t know if it’s real
Yeah, yeah, ayy
[Verse 1: The Tongue, Urthboy, L-FRESH The LION]
It's East Sydney’s Makaveli, puffin’ on the hybrid
You would'a seen this coming if you'd listen to the psychics
‘Cause I was simply destined to be touching all these mics, kid
History books will tell you nobody can do it like him
My life can get dramatic, I'm performing at the Opera House
Rapping in Cambodia, home crowd, Big Day Out
Guess I really did it, traded these plane tickets for lyrics (Hey)
Never photoshopped my image, just maintained the vision
Yeah, for a moment like this
The day the world recognised a young man's gift
Made this kid feel special like one last kiss
Now I'm at Terminal 4, black sun-glasses
‘Bout to rock this tour with my closest friends
If the album's number one then we all get a Benz (Uh)
If it's in the top forty find us drinking at the Townie (Hey, yeah)
Celebrate today as the night falls around me
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