Let It Flow

[Bias B]

For 98

Growing up on the line known as Hurstbridge
A young kid I'm out to get respect
With the flow and the felt nip
The ink ???. is drippin'
My styles drippin'
I'm threw with throwing water bombs
At cars and playing chicken
So listen, I'm on a mission
To be in a crew
I got my nibs on the can
The local train bridge
I make it a view
The dupli color
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Packed up my shit
Then I hit the track
I'm in the yard no regard for my future
Enamel to panel
Sunday afternoon, consuming the scoobas
Smoking up the ?
Who became a full time muller
Check out the scene back in greensborough
My mothеr divorced my father
Then I fought with my brothеr another
Home broken
I'm alone with my emotions
Choking on the years
And times change it's strange
Going through growing pains
To slowing trains, showing stains the memories
Always sending me
Back to the train track
To attack safeway, rack
Got jacked for some hair dye how's that
Givin' ? a smack, to assault
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Out of court in 10 mintues flat
Now 17 graff scene I'm living
Mum died of cancer
No cure or answer
Everything's forgiving
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Trying to give away my stems, cones, collars and grommets
Dudes at school were cool
The BSK, smoking grasses
Missing classes
Each and every day
The class name of bboys, that blast sounds my way
The dudes round Eltham giving all the suckers beltings

[Bias B][Verse 2]

I wasn't down with the violence
And move in silence
And now i'm back on the track
And spraying with the crylons
And plastic coat
Less dope inside my system
The paint glysening
You can taste the paint waste
No haste, no hesitation
I made a presentation
The first rhymes on stage Bias WCA
The local with the vocal
It's 93, comin' through at the Big Bamboo
That's where i'm rhymin'
See me every sunday night
Upon the mic
Come monday, sun the first train that runs i'm on it
Feeling like vomtting
Promising myself good health
Saturday morning raid
The bong was on the shelf
They said what else have you got top draw and second
Graff mags, cans of paint, computer discs, eleven
Rolls of film for the graffitti and shit
I'm still denying it, they know lying
Go to jail
I be crying
Sitting down in the court room hoping
My spirit will abort my body soon you must be joking
Imprision me for 3 months of misery
250 hours of community work
I'm feeling like a jerk
I paid my fines, done my time
My rhyme is inspiration
For all those days chillin' on the train stations
Pissin' on, doin' everything wrong
Livin' full on, the years go, I'm beyond being a holigan
So, I let it flow for the boys
Drinking the piss, smoking spliffs
I let it flow for the girls who I've kissed, this is it
How it happened, Now i'm rappin', just getting my props
Volume 1 of bias b check me out don't stop
For 98 about to drop