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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #626
Peak in subgenre #57
Author
Trill
Rights
Eumundi Reocrds
Uploaded
May 09, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:12
Lyrics
I remember grade 8, didn’t have many mates,
I just moved over here from Bangladesh,
Like hey, nice to meet ya, my name is Taskeen,
Used to get payed out now that was obscene,
Till one day I decided to fight back,
Hit him with a nice crack caused a slight frac,
Ture to his arm, that was my second week of school,
No more getting punked cause I wasn’t the weaker fool,
Got affiliated with them boys up in Eumundi town,
Got nick named t-dogg yea doesn’t sound so funky now,
Not that long ago but it seems like the old days,
In the arvo, the skate bowl was always,
The place you’d catch us doing juvenile shit,
Spray paint the town, no removing our shit,
There was Errol and stiffy and Bo and élan Theo Corey Nathan,
Shannon and Ryan and Sam, god damn,
There was arti and Ollie trimmer sha Kane Freddy and Jackson
Toby and Dylan, rosey jocko Russell had everybody chilling,
In the same place, despite everything we were all mates,
Playing basket ball we had blacks versus whites,
Of course we won, so it was all right,
Ruckus all day and ruckus all night,
We don’t love the po-po,
Letting off smoke bricks, in the park after dark,
Cops asked who did it, and no body know-hos,
Year 9 school battles that’s where I met Recon,
Did my first tracks, thanks for the beats god,
Fuck they sound shitty now; it’s a pity how,
We aint done a track in so long, pick up the mic,
And get me now, part 2’s with me now we gone blow the whole city down,
Grade 11 I changed and got sick of the crew,
Still talk to some but it’s only a few,
Grade 12 was important yes,
Met Bree and Elise n my homeboy’s Jordan West,
Graduated out of high school and straight to UNI,
I guess it’d be alright if I just studied,
But that’s not gunna happen and as long as I’m rapping,
I’ll be writing every track for the crowd reaction,
Biryani picks up where Ravioli failed,
The last mixtape was horribly stale,
So here goes nothing except everything,
Every single song we worked on till the break of dawn,
Last time the breaks were on, this time it’s to prove them wrong,
That the music we making interstate collaborating,
Part 2 and Trill about to bring home the bacon,
Just kidding this is free for your listening pleasure,
And I know that this does add up and measure,
This song goes out to Dhaka City,
Shout outs to Nadvie Safwat and Rezwani,
Fuck even a shout out to Parny,
Hope you’ve all enjoyed listening to Biryani.
This song goes out to no more worries,
From Eumundi to Dhaka this is for everybody,
That I’ve met over the years and considered my peers,
Put your drinks to the sky I’d like to say cheers,
This song goes out to all of my mates,
To the friends from school I’ve made since grade 8,
That I’ve met over the years and considered my peers,
Put your drinks to the sky I’d like to say cheers,
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