[Illy:]
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Yeah, my Generation Y
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It's just what we do!
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Yeah, now where were you when the towers fell?
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When folk washed away under broke levees and tsunami swells?
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And it ain't hard to tell, so wide like it's hard to see
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The separation of uzi shells and artistry
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Guess it's the heart in me, flowing like an artery
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The can't-figure-for-the-life-of-me why our army be
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Overseas fighting, Bin Laden been hiding
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Oil fields guarded, why the FUCK soldiers been dying?
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I'm the first to salute the troops, send 'em prayers
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And the first to give a middle finger to the fucks who sent 'em there
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And brother, why would I ever care?
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How tit-for-tat get us anywhere? Come on, what's the method there?
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How's that gon' seek peace?
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When did Hip Hop die? Probably the same night as O.D.B
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When we gonna realise hope is free?
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You can call this a love song, you can call it poetry.. whatever
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[Hook:]
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Yeah, so we say what we say like it's all or none
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Cause we're the ones there when the problems come
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So we're the ones tryna change the world
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My generation asks why
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We fight, we fight, we fight, we fight
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We fight, we fight with a fist to the sky
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We fight, we fight, we fight, we fight
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We fight, we fight with a fist to the sky
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[Illy:]
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Yeah, what happened to the power of one man's voice
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When boys my age die from one man's choice?
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Happy sipping brews in the sun with the boys
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All I need is a push but fuck a Rolls-Royce
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How long we gonna let cash rule in the habit of
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Not appreciating what the planet's got?
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I stopped, switched off the idiot box, fuck a channel swap
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Why not? It's real life when the camera's off
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I'm like Martin Luther King with a dream
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And it sure as shit don't involve Gretel Killeen
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Make use of my God-given right to speak
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No threat of bombs dropping's gonna silence me
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Ain't it worth it if we die free?
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When did Hip Hop die? Probably the same night as B.I.G
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This from the heart, piece by piece
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You want to call this a love song? Well it's sweet by me.. whatever man
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[Hook]
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[Illy:]
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My mouth drops to the trail blazers, no path guide
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To show the way they made, we don't ask why
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We just laugh at how the industry was so damn blind
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To Hip Hop from our backyard, no gang signs
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And no cocked nines, none of that nah
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Just hot rhymes from our own kind, young Aussie minds
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Why some push poison like the love's there for exploiting?
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How long can the culture avoid 'em?
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Why bother? We good brother, they took cover
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They mainstream, even our big names hooked up underground
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I'm asked how I grind till I'm beat
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Like why would I stay? Bro, why would I leave?
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It's one life, one may do with less
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They say Hip Hop died, but that's a lie in the A-U-S
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We going strong from strength to strength
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Aussie youth of today backed us, so we represent for them.. my dudes man
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[Hook]
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Generation Y
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| Illy |
