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Stand Up
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Produced By Murder One. For Street Credibility Australia's 'Check My Global Stats Vol. 3' Hosted By Lil' Wayne.
hiphop rap australia mc jd flamabull
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I'm young, determined, Aussie and hard working.
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Charts
Peak #1,137
Peak in subgenre #634
Author
Flam-A-Bull/Murder One
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JD Productions/Murder One
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August 10, 2007
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MP3 2.6 MB 128 kbps 2:53
Lyrics
Intro Shout out to Murder One. Street Credibility Australia, I’m back again. This is hip-hop. This is our time. Our generation. And I’ve got one thing to say Australia… Stand the fuck up! Verse 1 Came on the scene with my brain on a dream Plan my approach, but I’m strainin’ to scheme ‘Cause I’ve lain in a stream of Australian teens For way too long and this wait is obscene I see big rap stars makin’ the cream Swimmin’ lakes of the green, mouth plates that’ll gleam And their maids are supreme, and sure I want that But now, I’m content with crowds that sway with a lean When I’m played on a beat, creatin’ a buzz So I know when people say it sounds great that it does So I rake in the love, but then you get the people That try to lock you down like they mates with the fuzz So I stayed up above, and set one limit To prove to myself and fans I’ll run with it And burn a career on a track in one minute So go tell ya Mum I won’t let her son win it Chorus Stand up! Aus represent, the kid’s heaven sent To repent rap for the things never meant Stand up! Been in the game for four years Already out-done your sweat, your tears Stand up! I don’t lack static, stick like crack addicts So if I quit, I’ll be right back at it Stand up! Deployin’ my goals and the boy’s on a roll So Australia, stand the fuck up! Verse 2 I'm livin' in a country that's known to be dry But I don't care, I'ma rep my home 'til I die And I'm bones on the side of a memory And my souls thrown to the sky so remember me As a young kid who was makin' a difference Stayed in the distance, not cravin' assistance 'Cause Aussie blood runs in my veins, it's so thick And hot that even when it rains, I don't drip Even on the smoothest of plains, I don't slip My skill's 100 percent made, it's no trick Lyrics that are sprayed from dope lips Leaves a whole crew slain with no clips And a whole country of emcees will be findin' me Up at the peak when I'm siezin' the dynasty Got no love for the fiends that are blindin' me So I'ma live out their dreams when they signin' me Chorus
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