The Past Becomes You

[Intro: Lior]
Ain’t it funny how the past becomes you
Ain’t it funny what the past becomes
Ain’t it funny how the past becomes you
Ain’t it funny what the past becomes

[Verse 1: Omar Musa]
Let me tell about a father and son feud
Me and him were making art of war like Sun Tzu
In our calmer moments, he was vibing off the drum kick
Flow and the mic check one two
He would hear the freestyles that his son do
Told him it reminded him of days in the kampung
Making up rhymes called pantuns, little kids in the villages kinda funny how the past becomes you
It's a cycle, move round and round
Back and forth like the tidal waves, from the tribal
Drums of the past to the black on the vinyl —
Felt it from the day of my arrival
Is it a surprise that I fly over oceans
When my ancestors were sailors and pirates
Trading and floating, boats full of spices?
Now, I pack trunks with a crate full of flavoursome vocals
Did they know it when they planted the seed?
That the poetry'd grow into a family tree?
Many fruits, many flavours, the canopy to shade us
The music in the leaves help the planet to breathe
We’re passing on our breath to our children
The brilliant, diamond-cut hope and resilience
Heaven-lit legacy, I’m trying to be better me
The past is now, the now is ahead of me

[Partial-Hook: Lior]
Hand of time goes
Round and round
Reaching out
Anchored down
Ending up where you started from

[Verse 2: Hau]
The look in the eyes of Captain Cook when he couldn’t come
To grips when the tips of the sticks hit the wooden drum
White feet lift of the deck, hit the sand like waves
Didn't cause as much of a ripple effect
Live with the spirits but nah, I’m never lonely
Went from kava ceremonies to master of ceremonies
Sing like the church choir without acquiring the holy ghost
A higher being like being on rollercoasters
A song bird singing wrong words
No church in the wild but plenty of churches in the conquered
Moving onwards, but come back to where I’d run to
Kind funny how the past will become you
It was destined to be a part of me
Kanye West couldn’t even question the artistry
It’s a new page, but old feeling when the FOB comes
With 808s the new age log drum

[Hook: Lior]
Hand of time goes
Round and round
Reaching out
Anchored down
Ending up where you started from
Ain’t it funny how the past becomes you
Ain’t it funny what the past becomes
Ain’t it funny how the past becomes you
Ain’t it funny what the past becomes

[Verse 3: L-FRESH the Lion]
It’s my people, my people that live in my lifeblood
My life’s dream, my dreams reflect who I was
Before I was a rhymer, reincarnated in a cypher
I’m the storyteller, cut from a Punjabi diamond
Shining between lines with rhymes I identify with
An Australian-born lion made to feel like a migrant
Born in the South-West, where troubles were countless
My doubts were skeletons buried beneath houses
From villages where our seeds were pillaged
My story is that of triumph, to remind you that you failed to finish them
To finish us, each word I write is to bring us up
We sing and dance to let ‘em know the jig is up!
The cycle, move back and forth round and round again
A survivor trying to find a way back to my mother’s land
Understand?
You understand

[Hook: Lior]
Hand of time goes
Round and round
Reaching out
Anchored down
Ending up where you started from
Ain’t it funny how the past becomes you
Ain’t it funny what the past becomes
Ain’t it funny how the past becomes you
Ain’t it funny what the past becomes

[Outro: Lior]
Ain’t it funny how the past becomes you
It becomes you
It becomes you
It becomes you
It becomes you
It becomes you