Drive On - Big Island

Some days I wanna play it safe, other days I wanna take a risk

Put all my eggs in the same basket and give it a whisk, tisk tisk

I don’t wanna miss miss, what is this, a business? Just rapping songs for

Christmas?

Singing songs and selling it, typing tales and telling it

Don’t shoot me down I’m just the delicate delegate

Verses prevalent for benefits, I’m the pun specialist

But wait, I’m not on a special list

Maybe I’m just a kid who can put pen to paper

The novelty’s long gone in Hong Kong I’m a skyscraper

Try and do no wrong and I might scrape

A little bit of paper but I won’t be eating no salmon and capers

Mix together ying and yang to make grey

Constantly dusk, it’s neither night nor day

Occurrences that can only happen coincidently

Living life beautiful wallets thick and driving Bentleys

At the diving board take a step, no prep

Throw that golden sand watch it fall, try stand and drive on

I was taught from young

If you ain’t trying to be the best then go wander

Then to be a cardiac surgeon I pondered

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder

I really hope you didn’t miss that double entendre

But sometimes wild dreams are really just beyond ya

Fear starts building, the new family dishonour

But if you get that message from the devil ‘you're a goner'

Don’t be a believer, receiver or even a responder

Don’t let the dude in red decide what you about

Just kick him in the head and put some tape over his mouth

Coz I don’t wanna live a nine-to-five life

A lonely man that’s deprived of night life

So when you get an idea that’s flaming hot

Pursue it now or it’ll fade away and rot

Do what you gotta do for diamond plated yachts

Ya heard it first, a leopard can’t change it’s spots

At the diving board take a step, no prep

Throw that golden sand watch it fall, try stand and drive on

Keep on keeping on, he told me to own

All the imperfections that I hear upon a beat or song

I shouldn’t feel alone, shouldn’t drag my feet along

Priceless advice injected like a needle in the arm

It’s time to really hone my craft right here at home

Oh man I can feel the music right deep in my bones

Feeling high like a drone, fully charged like a phone

To success I’m prone

My disses are scary, write a rhyme like an obituary

If I rap about you, you will end up in a cemetary

Dagnabit don’t fall back into that habit

Backstab it, coz there ain’t no other way I’ll have it

I should take my sound and have a little fiddle ‘round

Eventually I’ll come up with some sort of middle ground

With the aim to astound, bring your friends family ‘round

It’s the Aussie jazz-rap underground