Proving Grounds Video (MV)

Crave the bigger picture
Then you'll have to push the frame
Claim to be free
Best prepare to be a renegade
Cuz one day
You could be pushed forward
Forced to set the pace
And I'll tell you what
Not everybody can rap like this mate
And that's okay
Everyone has their own niche
You gotta stretch your lead
No lie
That's why
I'm cruising off the 45th
With sirens in my ears
Might be hearing spirits talking
Like they walking with my peers
But
Never appear
Cuz they were never here
Awake to a blank stare looking back in the mirror
As the blurry haze gets a bit clearer
Realise I'm on stage
With the mic
As the lights flicker
I hear em bicker and shout
But keeping em out
I try to focus on my own route
Speak to the crowd
The pressures even got my inner demons in doubt
Feeling trapped in an inspirational drought
But for now
It's balls to the wall
Like a morbid lesson
I caught your fall
Like I'm an awkward blessing
So tell me
What are you gonna do when i come through and I'm running at you
You can see me bunning the zoot like dude I'm huffing and puffing the fumes
I'm gunning outrunning and making you move
Taking the number one spot to prove
That I can walk the walk and talk the talk
But still I'm penning the proof
Was seeking a reason for leaking and bleeding
I'm peeking and sneaking up into the booth
And now the times arrived to speak the truth
Cuz I won't lie to you
No more
What Imma do's
So wrong
But now I'm through
With Telling you hold on
The Roll calls
Over with no remorse
I won't open and close the door
Open and close the door
Open and close the door
It'll drive me insane
And what the f*ck for
Sometimes I need to be alone on the front lines
Cuz how I've always worked best is in my own mind
So I keep moving forward
Like my life's been pre designed

Carry the weight on your shoulders
As we grow older and older
Each moment is over
Comatosed zoned in and honed onto composure
I'm feeling lost
In a sea of crops
Spilling over
Bubbling up
Like when the pot fizzles over
Receiving a rush like when I'm not getting sober
Now I'm flying above
To see what was
Where we're going
And with this perspective
I won't be scared when it's over

Feeling effects of writers block
I'm unchained
The mundane's
Got me yearning for a Sunday
When it comes I'm anxiously awaiting Monday
The cycle continues
And it's going f*cking one way
That's just how it is
Turns out my thoughts are better out then in
Proudly
We shout on the track about to spin
Shrouded amount to cloudy cliffs
Faking a smile like Counterfeit
That race for a fight out of it
Breaking the mile Ricardo kid
As we pull round
To kick dust
The storms form
I'm six up
The nines down
I'm mid rush
The norms gone
The jigs cut
Back to square one
Like when you're meant to be there
Or what
But you didn't come
This is the lyrical proving grounds
Careful to make a sound
Prepare for the missile inbound
Now
Time to tip the scales
Bag up the Brisbane brown
Quick trip to whales
See if the alleyboys are back in town

This was a demonstration
Of passionate skill on show
No need for explanations
I'm ripping this of the dome
Abundance of patience
Vital to the approach
Live with my own creations
Only your own host
Yet you're feeling vagrant
Walking a lonely road
But your feet are aching
Sweating like you copped a hose
Knees are shaking
Demeanours elevated
Now off we go
Cuz time's a wasting and the goal I'm chasing's not a f*cking hole

Carry the weight on your shoulders
As we grow older and older
Each moment is over
Comatosed zoned in and honed onto composure
I'm feeling lost
In a sea of crops
Spilling over
Bubbling up
Like when the pot fizzles over
Receiving a rush like when i'm not getting sober
Now I'm flying above
To see what was
Where we're going
And with this perspective
I won't be scared when it's over