Same Song - The Herd

And in the hour of chaos the beat got us

Let the rhythm hit 'em with a little bit of cynicism

I see around me, fear of a black plan

With the clan in the front, but not Wu Tang (what)

I’ll never really know the struggle that it came from

I try to take it on and re-create the same song

Paint a picture for history to put a frame on

We going off with the brain on

(Make some noise)

See we’re following the legacy of lions

Ain’t afraid to speak to their minds, they leap aside

Hate the hate

My high school syllabus was way behind

Now you love Aus hip hop

Gotcha BNE merch but ain’t done homework

If hip hops alive but white and sunburnt

Well that’d be a sad day for all concerned

So we learn and we carry the debt

Truly understand the cause to enjoy the effect

Check your head

Is this gangsta shit what we can’t relate to

Same as the places movies take you

Do you really hate that US rap

Or is that a code for what you view as black

I hope not

I’d rather you pirate me then make me tolerate the irony

We all live beneath the stars

So when you stole the Southern Cross

I felt the loss

Following the spirit, came from the Broncs

All of the streets that the beat built on

Take it to the bridge, take it to the sea

Run-DMC where the beat found me

Look to the future but know of our past

Don’t let the Southern Cross block the stars

We singing that same song

Same song we were raised on

I understand where it came from

Sometimes it’s like we’re not hearing the same song

Makes me cringe thinking that you bringing shame on

The only religion I ever put a name on

Hip hops my bible, not my Aussie Aussie idol

When the chorus kicks in do you feel what I do

I yearn for the return of real rap music

It’s made with art whether avant garde or purist

Always been about unity;

a community

And just because you’re Aussie doesn’t give you immunity

Gotta apply the same scrutiny

Not about radio play, more and express your self-mutiny

I fight the power moment gotta say something

You talk loud, say nothing, straight dumbing

I know what originators did before us

Though misplaced, patriotic, off key chorus

We’re just people tryna begin again

So when the beat comes back I begin again

And I been pressing on you like a tattoo gun

Man you blind if you don’t recognise where it came from

Following the spirit, came from the Broncs

All of the streets that the beat built on

Take it to the bridge, take it to the sea

Run-DMC where the beat found me

Look to the future but know of your past

Don’t let the Southern Cross block the stars

We singing that same song

Same song we were raised on