Many Hands

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 Do you wanna take that chance, not a gambling man But the smart money bet on us Ay what they call that making light work Form empty lots to heave 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 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 I can do is make sure that the quill is sharpened Let the ink spill 'til 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 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