[Chorus]
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[Te Awanui and Donald:]
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N.Z.H.I.P.H.O.P
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Graft b-boys, DJ's and MC's
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Represent to the fullest only the strongest can survive
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Aotearoa commence to penetrate
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Worldwide
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[Verse 1]
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[Junior:]
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You're looking strange at me
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Because no one has told ya
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That us polynesians be keeping it undercover
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Self profile, we are coconuts from the city
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Change songs to hits
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You ready for this
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You spend your life being a lyrical theive
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Initialise realise with verbal artillery
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With systematicaly flows that control the shows
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Fresh dialects with this technique unknown
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With this semi automic machine gat
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With endless melodic ammunition
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Yo assume the position
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As you reach for the skies, wave hands side to side
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New Zealand hiphop with the hint of Nesian Style
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Represent your side coz everybody knows its a must
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This Nesian style mooli is the style we bust
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As we lay this track to ashes like dust to dust
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Unique style is untouched
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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[Donald:]
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Microphone checker
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Attention here's an announcement
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If you ain't down with NZ hiphop you better bounce
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This is the final boarding call Aotearoa bout to take off
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This ain't Con Air like Nicolas Cage so take your face off
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I call for quality control but we're not 5 from jurrassic
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The aftermath has passed with emcees who stand fast
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Can you last the last mile of madness
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As we drop bombs over wack kats
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[Feleti:]
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Obscure delligence of raw venemous deliverance
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Analysist and lycrisist take refudge and just listen in
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[Donald:]
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Death by own admission ain't accountable for those who listen
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Or those who can envision the picture that I spit for all
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BBoys, Turntablists, Emcees, Beatboxers, and Aerosol artists
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See you best believe N.Z.H.I.P.H.O.P HARD
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Aotearoa status Kaupapa driven not dirty pop
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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[Feleti:]
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A coat of armour built upon MC is what I adorn
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Entrenched in the defence of hiphop's modern war of dot com
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Verbal canters and hollow throat venom spit'n' mc's
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Striking like phantom menace in the dungeon of no release
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Ignorant provokers of imitators and mimickers
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Just sparking drama scattering negative images in my villajahs
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As an MC my passion burns deep
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In comparison your flame flickers or merely melts from my heat
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All the real heads keeping them true links roots down
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Stabilise orators remain on level ground
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My verbal stance echo's no others cause I create composition
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Relevant to the south pacific edition
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To many MC's with the battle mic complex
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This is where I drop sciences
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on how hiphop is more than hollow threats
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Spirits of good intention emanate through dark enclosure
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We manoeuvre to revolt against industry taking over
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge:]
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Pacific oblique, technique souther atmosphere
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Penetrating to the mind, devasting to the ear [2x]
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N Z H I P H O P graff b boys DJ's MC's
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Survive
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N Z H I P H O P graff b boys DJ's MC's
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Worldwide
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Penetrate Penetrate
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N Z H I P H O P
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N.Z.H.I.P.H.O.P.
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| Nesian Mystik |
