Life Is Pt. 2

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David Dallas

David Keith Dallas is a New Zealand rapper of Samoan/European descent. He is signed to Dirty Records and Duck Down Music Inc. more »

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It's you, me, him and her 
Not talkin' 'bout the Jigga track 
All the work we put in we gon' get it back 
Gotta keep the faith now 
That's what it takes to carry on, easy to get caught up in the carry on 
Built a little name now 
I can check some baggage in 
I don't have to chuck up everything in carry on 
It's a long way down 
Could say that I'm conservative, the bottom ain't something that I'm flirting with 
Show me what you working with 
Be clear that the top tier is the only thing that's pertinent 
If you don't look like Lolo Jones hurdling 
Don't be surprised if my table is deserted when 
You try to roll up 
Just put the dough up 
They pay to put my name on the wall, this ain't a throw up 
So can't bribe me with liquor you can pour up 
Name brand clothing or products, I'm fuckin' grown up 
Just know my worth, it ain't that my head blown up 
They talkin' 'bout exposure, I'm replyin with "so what?" 
So come with cheques, it's bustin' this student loan up 
Or place a bet on the odds that I pick the phone up 
Slim to none, I'm not needing no more of 
The bullshit they feeding me 
Got an eating disorder 
Small talk repeatedly, I proceed to ignore them 
The thoughts when I hear the beat, I just need to record 'em 
Simple as it ever was 
In an industry as fickle as it ever was 
But can't quit it's probably easier to give up drugs 
Then throw in the towel on doin' some shit you love
And it's the buzz 

Off the beaten path, screamin' free at last 
Talkin' 'bout history, when they don't even see the past 
On some future shit, hope my people stop worshippin' the crucifix 
And ask what's the use of it, the truth of it 
We had our own tales, own stories 
Before some missionaries round the 1840's told us what it was, 
This is what it is, half sa kiwi 'bout my culture 'bout my fuckin' biz 
Don't tell me shit 'bout what place the holy spirit lives 
They're tryna rip off my people in the villages 
Wish I could trip off the pills they had on 'Limitless' 
And flip the script, get the Pope out here to witness it 
Feelin' magnificent, they say I lack discipline 
I'm like Quade Cooper, way I kick it's mad different 
This is significant, you can't belittle it 
Take your best shot like that pic you go on Tinder with 

I'm not taking your loss, I'm not taking shit from nobody 
I'm my own boss, grateful it's no hobby 
I don't know God or whoever up there got me 
This voice that can set it off properly, the tunes that'll make 'em come watch me 
Have 'em waitin' in lobbies, just to get a flick with the boy it still shocks me 
I'm just a half caste rapper outta South Aucks 
A fuckin' Comp Sci grad sellin' out tours 
Had a little too much time not goin' outdoors 
Listenin' to Death Row, 2pac and the Outlawz 
Thought I was dime a dozen, but they ain't found more 
Still comin' to grips with how long I've held it down for 
Sheeeit, how long I've held the crown for 
Big fish in a small pond I'll take out Jaws 
Apex predator of our shores, a lot local dudes styles sounding outsourced 
No wonder why their buzz quiet as a mouse for 
I'm tryna put on shows worth leaving the house for 
So you should think before you open up your mouth more 
Sashimi chef everything that I put out's raw

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