Yo, from half a headphone as a mic and a busted boomboxnTo rockin the spot from sydney to the fuckin boondocksnTo the fans when we pass through who love to wave highnTo the arms that hold me up when i jump and stagedivenTo kids outside the venue who aint on the door listnThey love the music, they just can't afford itnWatch them build that cypher smiling quite gladnWhy arent they glum, What you dumb?nCoz hip-hop has no price tagnAnd everybody's welcome, it has no nationalitynThis is for rappers who aint just in it for the fast salarynWho dont just push violence money with all that damn braggin'nWho dont just jump on the IT'S ALL ENTERTAINMENT bandwagonnTo the DJ who drops his tune and ain't paid to play itnTo anyone who loves their partner and aint afraid to say itnTo everyone who's shown love when i looked unsurenFriends and fam, shit even the girls i boofed on tour mannn[Repeat X2]nThis is for you, you're the reason i wrote thisnYou're the reason i stand in the rain and get my clothes wetnOH IT'S just another taste from the bottlenOH IT'S bliss n eso's page from the novelnnKeep your cash, gold, your glitter and carsnKeep your royal red carpet for your city of starsnThis aint for the system to put a cage on your mindnIt's for those who don't suck dick for radio timenAnd the only time you'll ever catch me aimin' a riflenIs when there's nothing on my telly but australian idolnWe rock rusty mics, and spit what we thinknShabby hotel hoppers that piss in the sinknSee rich make money and poor make magicnWE'RE GONNA MAKE YOU A STAR Bro they all say that shitnA habit for the headphones (Kid's ride the merry-go)nRound down to meet me (Inside your stereo)nWith no ride, and no meals full of shrimpnI'm broke, but hip-hop can make me feel like a pimpnSee a man who lives patient, handles displacementnWriting rhymes for you in a candle lit basementnn[Repeat X2]nThis is for you, you're the reason i wrote thisnYou're the reason i stand in the rain and get my clothes wetnOH IT'S just another taste from the bottlenOH IT'S bliss n eso's page from the novelnnThis is for the cause in the musicnThe gift that we're buildingnWe all gotta use it for lifting these childrennI Havent been the same since i fell in the wellnI wished and found love where them ATLiens dwellnnSee it's the rhymes, It's the beatnIt's the song it's the mixnIt's the times that we're freenIt's the bomb, It's the shitnOpportunity's blind i dont wonder if he's cominnSo look mum no hands i made somethin outta nothin'nnThis is for you, you're the reason i wrote thisnYou're the reason i stand in the rain and get my clothes wetnOH IT'S just another taste from the bottlenOH IT'S bliss n eso's page from the novelnnThis is for you, you're the reason i wrote thisnYou're the reason i stand in the rain and get my clothes wetnOH IT'S just another taste from the bottlenAnd i hope this feeling stays till tomorrownAnd i hope this feeling stays till tomorrownAnd i hope this feeling stays till tomorrow