Life Is Music Lyrics

[Intro sample]
"Life is music"

[Refrain: Drapht]
Don't think they know how much work that we go to get through all these highs and these lows
No, no

[Hook: Drapht]
These ain't just some songs, these ain't just some drums
It's our music, music, music, music
It ain't 'bout a throne, no one can take this from us
It's our music, music, music, music

[Verse 1: ?]
And so I go to bed; music on my mind 'til I wake up
It's still on my mind, so tell me this ain't love
These are riffs, these are drums
Brother, these ain't drugs, but they got the kind of kick that'll give you the same buzz
So I live it, breathe it, eat it, and even shit it too
This is the crew that's representing for you
So I drip, got lost in the grooves of music
That's the reason I matured quicker than many of you did
See this industry is cold, it'll swallow your soul
If you let it, it could swallow you whole
This whole time I've just been wanting to write rhymes
Never knowing what tomorrow can hold, and what I might find
This the gift and the curse - the gift being the feeling you get when you finish a verse
The curse being the work we putting in
Late nights as I write, tryna capture the passion I have under the stage lights

[Verse 2: Optamus]
Spend my life , live devoted to the vocal booth
Through the highs and lows that I've been going through
Nothing is set, never know what you get
It's like you're blindfolded playing Russian Roulette
I started out, yo, as young as it gets
And I built this crew with love and respect
We're one of the best, get that quite clear
Nineteen years, well that's a pioneer
That's the idea, but you student of rhyme
And this food for thought, but your music'll die
'Cause life is music and music is life
The only thing I fear is losing the drive
SBX! Yeah, my crew's at its prime
And hip hop's what I do with my time
All I need's to be feeling the beat
And to execute the rhyme like I swing the guillotine

[Sample]
"Life..."
"Life is music"

[Verse 3: ?]
Grew up in a household, alcohol was the outcome
Dad put in hours with the handouts like [?]
[?] on the couch and music was the backdrop
Miles Davis, Donny Hathaway, and Herbie Hancock
Was his anchor after working everyday
One lump-sum payment a month still goes to bankrupt
Scream "what the f*ck?!" with his hands up, no answer
But he would kill for music like he was Manson
With no anthem, no tiny dancer
No handsom advances, no Richard Branson money, he was a phantom
But you will see green, greener than Green Lantern
And it ain't easy being [?] when you're blending into all these ordinary things
And it ain't easy being [?] especially with families to feed, but hard times, that is music

[Refrain: Drapht]
Don't think they know how much work that we go to get through all these highs and these lows
No, no

[Hook: Drapht]
These ain't just some songs, these ain't just some drums
It's our music, music, music, music
It ain't 'bout a throne, no one can take this from us
It's our music, music, music, music

{Verse 4: ?]
They say that art, it imitates life
And I say that art, it lives through the mic
It's the image that I follow when I'm penning a rhyme
It's the light in the tunnel at the end of the night
So I pick it apart and I think of the days
With only love in the heart and not a cent was made
It's entertainment
[?] for us to vent, and a place to [?] with
Ain't it funny how life, it changes
Never lost hope, and dodged the haters
Ravenous agents, scam artists, and all you haters
Thank you very much; yes, yes, you made us
Love what we do by filling these pages
Listen to this track now, through the ages
It's supercalifragilistic-SBX shit
Coming at you rappers, better check the message

[Verse 5: Hunter]
I play a game with intrigue, I'm those that's in need
I bleed and [?] even diary
Will it spill out, like guts or something chimey?
Find me; believe me agony and the ecstacy
In the place to be, no fictional character
My vernacular, coming straight back at ya
I'm active like a captain, and I'm acting weary
And always approachable, even though I'm not scary
Nah mate, you know I'm a nice man
Looking for something that'll double my lifespan
I faced death, some'd say bravely
But I've got no choice, no one'll come save me
Acting out of the ordinary, yo
It's Hunter on the mic like a one man show
A no go zone, take it up like a cone
A game of thrones, and I'll play God's own
I'm prone to get bad to bone
Seeds are sown, and get reaped, get thrown like dice
Guess I should've thought twice
I said I'd die for you, now I'm paying the price

[Verse 6: ?]
Ayo, I'll tell you what this music shit means to me
A young kid with dreams to rock the M-I-C
Growing up my father giving me a DMC
It might sound cliche these days, but it was me
And it was easy to see that I had the love for it
Any time I'd see the mic around you know I'd rush for it
I'm quick to grab it at parties and start blazing
I really can't explain the feeling, it's so amazing
Went from freestyles to filling up pages To getting paid wages for spitting on stages
But nothing lasts forever, and shit changes
And I guess in life we go through phases
But there is some things that remain the same
And that's the love for the music, and the love for the game
Never been 'bout the money, never had the fame
But I'll represent 'til they remember the name
Life is music (life is music, life is music, life is music)

[Hook: Drapht]
These ain't just some songs, these ain't just some drums
It's our music, music, music, music
It ain't 'bout a throne, no one can take this from us
It's our music, music, music, music

[Sample]
"Life..."
"Life is music"

[Verse 7: MC Layla]
Since she was blasting that trombone
Sporadic spit got 'em asking is she [?]
Her silver's anodised, darker than bling
Build up vandalise, remarkable startling
Or a cold front coming with the illness that an artist brings
Slide in the front while she's up in the blunt gardening
Still running, not confronting, future mothering
Culture suffering, I'll give it up, the fun of things

[Refrain: Drapht]
Don't think they know how much work that we go to get through all these highs and these lows
No, no

[Verse 7: MC Layla]
See the music, it's ugly
Them [?] bars, but a feeling
Pumping like gut functions [?]
Undone, twist yourself up to a dim sum
Stop thinking that your music's shit, belt up for the big puns
Welcome to La la land
Sookier than Bill's love, time of the month got blood on the carpet, man
Suck it up, dance with 'er upper hand
Come back quick [?] and the rubber bands

[Verse 8: Mortar]
I got music in my blood, to prove it I bleed it
Splash it on a loose leaf for y'all to read it
See if it's true and blue, believe it
I speak it, you put it in your veins like a 'phine kit
I pedal medicine, like ventolin breathe this
Music live forever, in your mental we exist
On a higher plane beyond comprehensions
Icons on a mic rhymes fly us onto new dimensions
The ascensions of Mortar the martyr
Lost a brother, but I became I father
A daughter, but he new she would exist
On that day that he passed was the day she first started to kick
And now I kick it to her raw
Blasting the beats and would you believe she asking for more
This is more than you can ask for
It's more than music, it's immortal music after war

[Refrain: Drapht]
Don't think they know how much work that we go to get through all these highs and these lows
No, no

[Verse 9: ?]
One path, better choose it right
You can lose the pipe, no using knives
Use the mic to outlet music live
Sound check, 1, 2, gotta do the right thing
Right things; mind swings into action
My last hymns that are scribbled in pads
And it's life's gift, yes, so I'm giving it back
To the [?] popping [?} that are sitting it back
You can scribble little riddle, get ahead of the pack
Or you can grill 'em all like [?] or be civil with rap
See I deliver the facts
I was livin so bad, 'til I picked up a pad. Now my blessed mind's learning
SBX, we got the Westside burning
Got a bunch of rappers hiding heads like turbans
Not concerned with the dark, now I've seen the light
SBX all I need in life

[Verse 10: ?]
I kinda knew music would be the heart of my life
Hard to avoid when your grandfather pass you a mic
Play with drumsticks, organ, guitar when I was five years old
My family were the stars on the sky
They were livin' it, feeling the love of life
And keep killin' it, like serial homocide
Just stick wit it, like a drummer's strike
And [?] ain't easy when the fighting begins
I wake up, and can't sleep, 'cause it's doing my brain
The idea hits you, like you're crawling in pain
Late night, [?] keep talking and playing
And disappear; like a lover, hope they call you again
They love and hate you
Romance and bait you
The industry will take every chance to play you
??I'm a heart pumped slug, and it's stuck in its ways??
And music is the blood in my veins

[Refrain: Drapht]
Don't think they know how much work that we go to get through all these highs and these lows
No, no

[Hook: Drapht]
These ain't just some songs, these ain't just some drums
It's our music, music, music, music
It ain't 'bout a throne, no one can take this from us
It's our music, music, music, music

[Verse 11: ?]
Life is music, and music is life
Not to be abused, but just using it right
Given the chance I'm not refusing the mic
Especially in the West with this crew that I like
Crew that I love, of course it's SBX
No Facebook fakes, just a call or a text
Like the way you treat your family and the truest of friends
I did music before, you know I'll do it again
Scott started this crew, I'll see it through to the end
With nothing but love, nothing to prove
A beat, a couple buddies, and you jump in the booth
WA mate, you know I'm loving it, dude
Just tryna give back a little something for you
So you can drink, jump around, and run amok with your crew
You know, the type of shit MC Hunter would do
Waking up hungover in a puddle of spew

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