THE HUNT - BRIGGS feat Gurrumul .. It is what is and it is what it is son!
The first time I heard this track I was filled with goosebumpz all over my body. To hear these two contrasting sounds together both being something I love and hold dear. Language and Briggs rhyming. I was touched to my very core. There were many levels where I felt I was really inside of this he was spitting here in this track. Homelessness, the fight still raging on. I was happy to play this on my show last week and got a massive response from the listeners for playing it. They loved it.
No time to be nervous, I work like they don’t deserve it These clowns get around like they’re missing a circus Superb its amazing how they’re twisting the verbs and The kids get excited and reach for the purse and Spend their hard earned, start repeating your verses
Reaching for stars n not reaching the person Jump in the deep end, just breaking the surface Im not standing in line so they can not serve us But you gotta be patient, are you willing to wait there? When the timings right are you ready to take it?
I been honing my components, waiting for my moment Now Im gonna own it, Just feed me my opponents Ain't no one been a head of me, I’m spittin' kerosine Their catalogue is junk mail, I’m leavin' legacies And I give em every right to be mad at me They can only take aim at the one they see
ANYTHING WORTH HAVING AINT NEVER COMING EASY ITS THE HUNT THAT WE’RE ON THAT BRING ANOTHER MEAL
ANYTHING WORTH HAVING AINT NEVER COMING EASY TO THE HUNT WE BELONG MAN THATS JUST HOW I FEEL
THE SYSTEM AINT BROKEN, ITS THE WAY THAT IT WORKS IT IS WHAT IT IS SON, IT IS WHAT IT IS
ITS A BEAUTIFUL THING, A GIFT AND A CURSE IT IS WHAT IT IS SON, IT IS WHAT IT IS
We survived a death roll, death toll's something special Here lies the best, put that on my head stone The epitaph fit, and the fact of that is I got to cracking that whip and put a dent ya headphones Homeless? wasn’t ready for home yet I was building my name up, hedging my own bet I was out on the road missing more than my own bed Missing these pieces that were keepin my own head Got caught up, sorta, swapped gin for water Jordans for my daughter, brought up, borders Crowd still applaud us, cause we give em four quarters From standing in the corner with anxiety disorders Glutton for punishment, I was heading back for seconds So they hand me a sentence of antidepressants And I'm citizen second in my land of descendants But i’m independent like the pendant on my necklace
Listening to the song reminded me of police. "THEY CAN ONLY TAKE AIM AT THE ONE THEY SEE"
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