[Commentary: Drapht]

Yo

‘Ello, you sexy bastards

This is Mister D-rapht and you’re currently tuned into

If the City Had a Voice, Part Three

Mixed by DJ Hacksaw and brought to you by my man Purpose

You the future, kid

(Uh)

[Verse 1: Purpose]

It’s crazy how this music grows, how this music goes (Uh)

Round the world from a bedroom studio (Yeah)

Just imagine a trip of knowin’ that you could go

To the other side o’ the world tomorrow and do a show

Crazy, right? That’s a feelin’ few’ve known

Truth be told, the truth is cold as two below

If you’ve ever worked the circuit, (What?) then you would know

Not to worry ‘bout no one else’s shit, (Nah) just do ya own

If things are movin’ slow, take a new approach

Hustle harder, make ya own milk and honey like Ruby Rose

But don’t leave yaself too exposed

And have to live ya whole life on camera like the Truman Show (Uh)

‘Cause seasons change so quick

Artists bring up, they’re so fast to switch up

And as it all starts to pick up

Then someone brings the heat back for the artists like us, it’s like

[Chorus: Purpose]

(Hey) “Seasons change, ma—ma—ma—

—Ma—mad—thi—things rearrange” (Mad things rearrange)

“Trees rottin’, grim, turn yellow-brown” (Rearrange)

“On in Autumn, see? All them leaves must fall down” (Uh, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Purpose]

I used to bump Nas in my Walkman to school

From (Yeah) Halftime to (Yeah) One Mic, (Yeah) audible jewels (Yeah)

NWA tapes had me ignorin’ the rules

Thinkin’ back, I still laugh at the thought of it all

My teachers would’ve thought I’s a fool

Disruptive in class, typical thinkin’ that hip-hop was the source of it all

Beats rang through my house and if you walked through the doors

You’d see Pac and Em posters covered all o’ my walls (Yeah)

Listenin’ to Bias made me wanna become a writer

Seemed like all we did in them days was paint and cypher (Uh)

I did one good piece out o’ maybe five

And realised I suck, gave up to take up rhymin’ (Y’know what I mean?)

Knowledge I gathered in those days was priceless

Fam’ly askin’ what became o’ Ryan

‘Cause he’s out, Purpose is me now, I came up right and

I ain’t gotta make it to know that my fate’s decided, so

[Chorus: Purpose]

(Hey) “Seasons change, ma—ma—ma—

—Ma—mad—thi—things rearrange” (Hey, hey)

“Trees rottin’, grim, turn yellow-brown”

“On in Autumn, see? All them leaves must fall down” (All them leaves must fall down)

[Outro]

“Purpo—

—Purpose”

“Ha—Ha—

—Ha—Ha—Ha—Hacksaw”