southern cross static

Intro - From the red dirt to the city lights. From the coast wind to the concrete nights. Same sky. Same stars. Different stories. Australia turn it up. Hook- Southern Cross static, hear the whole land speak,Red dust on the soles, city lights in the streets,From the coast to the west, from the north to the deep,We got fire in the chest and a rhythm in the feet.Southern Cross static, let the speakers shake, Built it from the ground, never asked for a break,Sunburnt country, but we rise when it rains,Put the map in the verse, put the truth in the bass. Verse 1 - i got a postcode pulse and a late-train mind,Head full of verses and a southern skyline,Servo coffee, dawn shift, dreams on the side,Turn a small-room session to a nationwide vibe.Hear the gulls in the morning and the trams in the rain, Hear the freight rolling out through the midnight lane,Every suburb got a story, every block got a name,Every kid with a mic got a shot at the game.No borrowed accent, I speak how I live,With the sun in my face and a little to give,From the heat of the west to the harbour lit bridge,We make an anthem out of whatever we’re in.Mates at the bar and the fam in the crowd,No silver spoon, but we say it out loud,If the doors stay shut then we build our own route,Put the heart in the line and the bass in the boot. PRE-HOOK - Let it breathe for the ones who came before,For the stories held close on this ancient shore,We listen, show respect, and we learn some more,Then we carry that weight when we walk through the door. HOOK- Southern Cross static, hear the whole land speak,Red dust on the soles, city lights in the streets,From the coast to the west, from the north to the deep,We got fire in the chest and a rhythm in the feet.Southern Cross static, let the speakers shake,Built it from the ground, never asked for a break,Sunburnt country, but we rise when it rains,Put the map in the verse, put the truth in the bass. VERSE 2 - Wide Open Wide open road and the fuel light blink,Windows down, let the horizon sink,Two lanes, one dream, and a notebook ink,Every setback turned into a sharper instinct.From a backyard party to a festival stage,Put the pressure in the pen, put the truth on the page,No overnight thing, just a lot of late days,Now the crowd throw hands when the drums hit space.I’m for the workers on a Monday grind,For the night crews keeping all the lights alive,For the artists making colour where the greylines lie, For the kids who hear a beat and decide to fly.Got the salt in the lungs and the storm in the sound,Got the rumble of the tyres when the rain comes down,This is more than a flag or a name on a map,It’s a thousand different worlds in a single rap. BRIDGE - No matter the town, no matter the state,If you came with heart, then you came in the gate.One voice, then two, then the whole place wakes,When the Southern Cross turns and the ground bass shakes. VERSE 3 - I don’t chase a trend, I chase something true,A line that stays strong when the night rolls through,A beat that makes strangers feel part of the crew,A song for the many, not just the few.No ceiling on a dream when you learn your craft,No shortcut lane, just the long way past,Stack every verse like a brick in the path,Then laugh at the doubt when the speakers blast.This land holds memory, strength, and grace,So I move with care when I name this place, Make room for the truths that deserve their space,And keep that respect when I step to the bass.Now the crowd gets loud and the room lights gold,New stories rise while the old ones hold,Australia hip-hop, unapologetic and bold,Southern Cross static  let the signal unfold. FINAL HOOK - Southern Cross static, hear the whole land speak,Red dust on the soles, city lights in the streets,From the coast to the west, from the north to the deep,We got fire in the chest and a rhythm in the feet.Southern Cross static, let the speakers shake,Built it from the ground, never asked for a break,Sunburnt country, but we rise when it rains,Put the map in the verse, put the truth in the bass.Say it loud: Southern Cross static!Say it loud: Southern Cross static! OUTRO - No borrowed story. No quiet voice. This is home in high definition.