Eye Of The Storm

You see time stops still

In the eye of the storm

The foundation of my home

Where my rhyming was born

It's a rhythmic reality,

A remedy through riddles

Where love's a hurricane

And you meet me in the middle

It's the good, the bad,

The house I furnish

The crystal clear sea,

The sound I worship

The rush of the city,

The calm of the Outback

The film called Life

Where my heart is the soundtrack

It's that lucky streak

Without no warning

It's the memory of cartoons

On Saturday morning

It's that classic culture

That connects the country

Through raw energy

That reflects we're hungry

It's that timeless feeling

That I get on stage

It's those government bills

That I'll never pay

It's that fun I have

Free-styling with my mates

My little getaway

That only music can create

You see time stops still

In the eye of the storm

The foundations of my home

Where my rhyming was born

It's a rhythmic reality,

A remedy through riddles

Where love's a hurricane

And they meet me in the middle

It's the exotic breeze

At the festival night show

That hot sweaty air

With the twist of that hydro

It's the power of my passion,

The picture my pen paints

Caressing the canvas

To put my click in a zen state

It's that zone with my thought,

The peace when it's starlit

That blazing fireplace,

Bare feet on the carpet

Or sitting on my porch

Where this one sways freely

And right through the night

Until the sun rays greets me

It's the past love

Still cooking inside

It's that warm fuzzy feeling

When I look in her eyes

It's pouring out my heart and soul

When I'm flipping the gems

It's catching my dreams,

Lost in Pulp Fiction again,

It's like

I'll tell you what gets me by

And gets me high,

It's watching flicks with my chick,

Making love on the sofa

It's the bread that I can't afford

To chuck in the toaster

It's the real,

That nothing comes close to

It's finally getting Bliss

To puff on the dohja

Yeah on more then 1 occasion,

We're sure to come and blaze 1

When It's heavy,

Hit the hay at home,

My horizontal haven

It's that echo through eternity

That still hits live

It's life, a beautiful journey

On a Bill Hicks ride

It's the chemestry,

The brightest light,

The 8th wonder

The recipe of dynamite

And Blade Runner

It's the truth,

That justifies this

It's the father I have

And the mother I miss

It's the love through my pencil

When I feel the beat

It's 40, 000 going mental

On St Kilda beach

It's 3 kids, in a club,

Down a allley,

That were sounding ill

To march on through the Valley

Of a Thousand Hills