[Intro: Samples]

"'Cause I've been rhyming since way back when"

"Straight up and from the heart is how it's always been"

[Verse 1: Trem One]

Yo, back in the days when Kut Above paved the way

Me and Raise used to lob to my brother name Jays

In Corio Bay, this kid from the States set his garage up

With mics, two belt drives and his DJ A-Mirage

Out Large and What it Is were inspiration

For this estranged up and comers hopes to stake a claim

And make a name, patiently I waited, building skills

Until the moment came that my name could fill the bill

I killed that little show, my flow was tight and right on song

And we rolled twenty-five strong on that train trip from Geelong

From that day on, the slow progression began

I picked up more mics than markers, pens and pressure pack cans

Impressing rap fans locally, all city next mission

Hooked up with DJ Frenzy on a quest for recognition

Cementing my position on the mic was all I thought of

I brought the house down this one night, I'm sure heads caught the aura

Of this author, 'stounding men and women, both

Chicks vickin my shit, blokes scoping my flows as dope

As they ever saw, metaphors and similes

I stormed up on stage like the ANZACs in Gallipoli

And gave 'em a little taste of big things to come

See, ninety-one was over, ninety-two had just begun

And while my crew was running round intent on killing yards

I was building raps with Strut when he was still jarred

I planned a six track tape at this date with Johnny Idem

My rhyming was fucking tight, it just took me yonks to write 'em

And despite all the plans and plotting, and the fans I'd gotten

Laced arrest my brain, the rest got forgotten

[Chorus: Big Pun,

[?]

, Trem One]

"The spot I blew it at an early age, ever since"

"At an early age, ever since the curly braids"

"The spot I"

"The spot I blew it at an early age, ever since"

"The spot I blew it"

"The spot I blew it at an early age, ever since the curly braids

"At an early age, ever since the curly braids"

"And I ain't goin' nowhere" (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Trem One]

And now the next few years had slid by, still I ran through

The spots rocking raps from ruby red to bamboo

A new wave of crews played, on their crusades

Though few stayed long enough to wait to see their dues paid

I started building with the Forms in North Fitz

And tore strips off mics on any set we saw fit

In May ninety-five we got live in PBS as guests

And with Prowlz, Dedlee and Menace and then on Raises essence

Then it dawned, when P said "Whaddup

You rocked every spot you got up, ain't it time you dropped some product?"

Formed Unkut then we pieced my first LP's release

Without further ado to say the least

We reached four tracks in and dropped to twelve

Sheer Talent rocked and got picked off quick as it hopped on the shelves

Amateurs was next in the succession plan

And it dropped but not without the endless headaches at the pressin' plant

Nevertheless, man, that shit sold in boatloads

With next to no promos, renowned for my slow flows

Around this time I got my shine on some features

And helped conceive a team of this rhyming scene's supremists

L.C. "L.C."

"No crew can step to us"

Yeah the Lyrical Commission was born and brought the rawness

Formed of this cities best and repped it's four corners

With Murderous Metaphors, fought wars and packed tours

Collabed with gods and saw rats sort to black ball us

Notorious, rap lords that smash and grabbed cordless

Shures that put us on the map from out the black waters

I gave my balls to this cause, warts and all sorts of dumb shit

Twenty years plus, still I ain't done with

[Chorus: Big Pun,

[?]

]

"The spot I blew it at an early age, ever since"

"At an early age, ever since the curly braids"

"The spot I"

"The spot I blew it at an early age, ever since"

"The spot I blew it"

"The spot I blew it at an early age, ever since the curly braids

"At an early age, ever since the curly braids"

"And I ain't goin' nowhere"