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letra de refizzlatukefu (qbn x act remix) - hayds

[skit: andré 3000]
here’s my thing about re–representin’ a place: the best way to represent a place where you from is be yourself completely and just say “i’m from this place”. like, it doesn’t mean i have to cater to that place. y’know, ’cause my thing is takin’ the city on its back and going beyond, its not stayin’ in the city sound, y’know. i think it’s just pushin’ it as much as i can ’cause that’s how, that’s what get–gets me off, that’s what i do

[intro: hau]
hauie
come out and play–ay, haha
you know i do remix, right?

[verse 1: hau]
my mum loves it, seein’ her baby boy out in the public
i, oh, my, look what her son did
made a prеtty bow out of a shoestring budget
if it’s do or die whеn the noose swings, duck it
dad loves it also, watch his boy play two different football codes
then i switch wardrobes
still keep it [?], still keep it local
from the racecourse, to riverside, to seiffert oval
the 2620 g, raise your drinks
[?] only built for q.b.n. links
so i keep it movin’, with the pen swiftly
and this time i brought a couple of friends with me

[verse 2: axe aklins]
yeah, cheers, brother
said my bread and b-tter be the words i utter over
funky drama instrumentals, make it funky for your mama
which is special, who needs a pad and pencil
when you had the mental? [?] axe’ll help you crack your dental
my tempers temperamental, raise the temp to test your metal
in the pressure cooker, from the home where
politicians have s-x with hookers [?]
[?]
[verse 3: panther]
[?] water’s clearin’, all the scar tree
bounce through [?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?], yeah, kick back, laze
and be kings of the city like [?]

[chorus: hau, hayds]
go queanbeyan, go canberra (check it out, uh, yo)

[verse 4: hayds]
whether it’s played out or not, we’re still reppin’ these postcodes
it’s still 2617, for those who don’t know, that’s belco
my hometown, born and raised
shout outs to all the skaters from back in the days
they call me hayds, otherwise known as little shmitty
back and forth from the booth the boards, i’m stayin’ busy
plus i’ve got the fellas rhymin’ with me, now it’s only a matter of time
before they give us all the keys to the city

[verse 5: nix]
look, i’m pretty sure this town’s helped me set the standard
from friends and fam to a sense of where i was meant to stand in
an education beyond academic transcripts
and ballin’ at merici, i remember every d-mn swish
uh, yeah, i’ve been rockin’ sets at transit
but was only ever just a fan tryna get a glance in
so anytime you’re thinkin’ “d-mn, i guess he can spit”
understand it’s because this kid respects the land’s [?]
[verse 6: dazed]
props to four storey and all the heads that came before me
taught to follow dreams, man, this belco kid’s disorderly
i’m cruisin’ round the town, all my shawtys [?] hooligan
capital-bred, raised on hospice and koolism (uh)
holy calamity, [?] years
fast forward to [?] after too many beers
[?] toast [?] on the steps in my nineties
twenty-six-one-five, the place that define me (what)

[chorus: hau]
go queanbeyan, go canberra

[verse 7: omar musa, roshambo]
represent for the dreamers
queanbeyan to garema
place that i come from, check my demeanour
check, one, two, ’cause i rose like a phoenix
settin’ hard screens on the so-called leaders
trollies in the river, pollies on the steps
pollies on the run from my q-town intellect
lock it down with my set, no man’s an island
i live for the moment but keep sh-t timeless (check)

[verse 8: roshambo]
i remember kickin’ back in the [?] (yes)
four storey djs droppin’ all the fresh tunes (salute)
goldfinger juggle doubles of apache
the scratch of d’opus raised hands like a taxi
this is before [?], just raw bravado
they spinnin’ wheels like a lambo murciélago
([?], mexi) yo, to you much kudos
relax as danielsan drop needle on them bluenotes
[verse 9: ciecmate]
the rascal from red hill, never ever kept still
pharaoh with the hieroglyphs, all city, kept it real
made my mark, sprayed my art, gave my heart, played my part
paved the path for the next gen before the day i departed
way before a market, before i ever got
paid to hold the mic and spark it
i was blazin’ with the hospice crew in the park [?]
spittin’ raps in that cold canberra winter darkness
hittin’ action buses up with [?] markers, beats to the rhyme
shows monthly, dj dial kept it so funky
back when people thought local rap sounded funny
and now my name’s known around the country

- hayds

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