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letra de who tha fuck is mantra? - mc mantra

who the f-ck is mantra?
a question impossible to answer
but let me attempt shedding some light upon its grandeur
a man essentially motivated by love
though on occasion i admit that i’ve got that twisted up
since a pup
i’ve been in love with samples and banging drums
public enemy got me when i was young
yo! bum rush the show was the first rap record that i was spinning
hold up a minute
i should take you back to the beginning
it was september 1, 1984
early hours of the morning when mantraeezy was born
a little tacker with an appet-te for destruction
ready for whatever, making my introductions
the child of a teacher and a artist
so it’s little surprise that i became both a teacher and a artist
departed on this journey in my early years
learning about the struggles, troubles and the tears
i was 3 when i had my first encounter with death
a m-ssive cataclysm that none of us could expect
saw an ??? sadness in my father and my mother
as tragically we bid farewell to my little brother
william was only with us for 20 days
the devastation was more than anyone in my fam had ever faced
part of us missing him, could never replace, missing him every day
can still remember kissing his delicate face
my home was torn apart at the seams
but as hard as it seemed, we made it through the darkness and grief
i was too young to understand the scars it would leave
what it was doing to my parents relationship was harder to perceive
ultimately it would lead to the separation
better or worse, necessary steps were being taken
everything was changing
had to adapt to habitats
contrasting out of my prior living arrangements
i took refuge in music, banging on a drum kit
swimming in the prettiest acoustics
my old man handed me the microphone and we’d sing along to leonard cohen and the rolling stones
mummy told me what it was to be a writer
and why it was important to inspire
something to aspire to, watching the world from its highest view
speaking for the people that the government was lying to
but i could never sit still in the cl-ssroom
counting every clock tick, every minute, each afternoon
quintessential cl-ss clown, little sh-t
it’s still a miracle that this kid isn’t illiterate
was never cut out to be a physicist
even at it’s simplest, the way i pictured it was different
i wasn’t listening, not because of ignorance or insolence
i was busy tinkering with instruments
made my first beat when i was 15
about the same time, i found myself addicted to weed
at 16, met a fella by the name of honey b
2001, the start of my musical oddessy
it got me rapping and at first it happened horribly
but after that no one could possibly be stopping me
started smashing open mics, developing the prototype
rhyming until my tracks were were precise like a motorbike
no time to be apathetic, penned a couple tracks alongside my man -ssety??
peeps were telling us we had some mc sk!lls
so me and whisper knew we had to rep equills
meanwhile australian rap continued to build
venue’s were getting filled with entirely local bills
from the tom of the hills to ehe??
met some kings when i preached it on my first ep
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found a crew in a colony, later an awakening
illzilla was the next cl!ck that i was taken with
live as f-ck, ripping a brand new set
simultaneously equills presented the new threat
what’s next?
illzilla delivered an ep
the colour of my soul was enriched considerably
rocking stages became an addiction, a fixation
i craved the elation it came with, facing a room full of strangers
making their acquaintance by relaying some pieces of my brains information
i still consider this a gift and a privilege
carving out a living as a lyricist
never would have pictured it
thought it was impossible, ridiculous
it’s why i’ll never take it for granted, not a inch of it
and yo, i still miss playing with the band
still shed many a tear for paul hav
every single one of you are part of my fam
and i’m still feeling the jams when i play wasteland
guess i’m playing by the same game plan
same fundamental ingredients in who i am
trying to get my grips with being my own man
my people are you with me, where you at?
i hereby stand
it was time for me to get out in the open
after years in the making, power of the spoken
that record very nearly never came out
completing it nearly gave me a f-cking breakdown
but all that would change
i knew i was safe when i heard that music i’d made getting played
i’m telling you this feeling was unlike any other
holding on to my debut album cover
so i wasted no time following it up with another
second time around, i was as cool as cuc-mber
my people held me down
jeremedy poured thunder, i was free to straight mash out and explore wonder
so that’s about where i’m up to
still going strong, pushing on with the one two
to all my supporters, this song is to say thank you, thank you
i could never do this without you

- mc mantra

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