Many Hands - One Day

This ain’t no One Direction, this the One Day in your section

Standing seven deep, shoulder to shoulder up in the session

The boys band together with many hands and get clever

Keep the heartland under protection

Contraband in our pockets could get us done for possession

But that ain’t really something I should mention (What you reckon?)

We set it off, cause it’s seconds to high noon

Taking aim, trying to chase away the blues like a Piru

Need I remind you, how me and mine do?

How A. Diddy, N. Loop and Jimmy Nice do?

Raph, Kai, my boy Joyride too

Shit, we been holding down the fort since high school

So, consider this the arrival, driven by instincts for survival

See besides, me, I’ve always got my pride

So a little man lying couldn’t ever be my rival

And that’s final…

See I remember when the girls we we were with at fourteen like Hanson

Now they smoke weed and pour lean like Hanson

Rap romancin' rap Manson, rack Charles off the mirrors in your mansion

Fuck it, we young and handsome

Vicious cycle for the title like Lance when

You’ve been living an infinite supply of enhancements

Hands north for the team that forecast their dreams

Weather all the in-betweens that come form taking chances

Raised off George Costanza, Kramer, Jerry, Elaines

I embedded my name before these stanzas

On trains ran through brains like benign cancers

Big man I Columbine you campus, gen Y know whose empire’s strongest

Rise between the shortest, sure to last the longest

The flyest girls be all on us, the dawn is surely upon us

Living by the sword but never falling on it, got it?

Many hands laying blueprint plans

Over benchtops, set it off (set it off, set it off)

Do you wanna take that chance?

Not a gambling man

But the smart money bet on us

Ayy, what they call that, making light work

Ayy, what they call that, making light work

From empty lots to heavy lit spots

My whole team steady rock, then again, when have we not?

I’m a proud Australian;

somehow I’m alienated from

Maybe the place that we’re becoming

Vanity of a birthright, towing back boats

With searchlights, the lurch to the right is confronting

And we could feel it coming, so we hit the ground running

Cooked up a little something for the kids that bump it

I spit it from the summit, spit it like I was summoned

My country’s going backwards, sick to my stomach

And it’s easy to feel disheartened

When it feels like home is where the heartless

All can do is make sure that the quill is sharpened

Let the ink spill till I fill the margins, still we’re marching

Tryna build, tryna feel catharsis and chill

Close deals over meals with my partners

With many hands you can shield the darkness

Regardless, steel sharpens steel you bastards, ill

Many hands laying blueprint plans

Over benchtops, set it off (set it off, set it off)

Do you wanna take that chance?

Not a gambling man

But the smart money bet on us

Ayy, what they call that, making light work

Ayy, what they call that, making light work

From empty lots to heavy lit spots

My whole team steady rock, then again, when have we not?

It’s the rap game Goro, seems like anything we do the rap game follow

And mad lames with bad game and lame sorrow

Stay sitting in the galleries while we pop bottles, with some fucking role

models

So here’s a free lesson, on how to make a living off a Sunday session

Chilling in the booth while she spitting out confessions, and I’m spinning on

the decks

Ain’t it funny how a few words turn into sex like

La la la, you’re sitting on the bench but we don’t play

La la la, and if you’re tryna throw shade get the fuck out out my way

La la la, hear the whole crowd singing when we hit the stage

Got em shouting like la la la

We got em singing like la la la

Me and my my One Day clique up in the kitchen we scheming, scheming

And I swear last night I had this real vivid dream and the whole room was

heaving, heaving

Now this is not seven dudes messing round talking bout doing something basic,

basic

Nah this is for the bus rides and break ups, boy this is a decade in the making

But I’m running out patience, so watch me take it

Straight out the burbs, west side of the city

Where this white picket fence life got us all itchy

So we hit these corners fast enough to turn ourselves to history

And little missy playing games just to stay busy

So this is what Imma do, put it down with the crew, yeah that one day

Before I face away like a ombre

Just wanna to make make something special before I’m gone

Bit I can only see this going one way

Many hands laying blueprint plans

Over benchtops, set it off (set it off, set it off)

Do you wanna take that chance?

Not a gambling man

But the smart money bet on us

Ayy, what they call that, making light work

Ayy, what they call that, making light work

From empty lots to heavy lit spots

My whole team steady rock, then again, when have we not?