Running In My Blood Lyrics

For as long as I can remember

I've always had hip hop running in my blood

Before I forget, let me get my voice out my neck

Let me paint a silhouette with the thought I project

Let me show you dreams, seem they all in your head

And take you back before Spotify or the internet

I was just a kid, attracted to music

So anything that I could make a beat with, I'd use it

Tins, buckets and cans, banging the kick drum

Like, look mum, I thought I was the man

Wooden spoons or even my hands, come to think of it

Mum used to go for exactly the same things

Why?

When I was caught being a bastard

She'd say, you backchat to me, I'll make a beat on your ass kid

But she couldn't drum it in me

So incidentally, you know I got the drummer in me

So as long as the beat is banging, it's rumbling something in me

So fundamentally, I got hip hop running in me

Yeah, and that was a young age

And those were the stones paved for me to be this great

For Peter or Paul's sake, I gotta make music

Drop the bomb on it

But first, I gotta fuse it

Hip hop, hip hop running

Hip hop, hip hop running

In my blood

Hip hop running, running in my

Hip hop, hip hop running

Hey yo, Saturday morning mean we gotta do shopping and groceries

Mum's like, get in the car

And I'm like, no, please

I think I'm sick or I've got a disease

Because every time I sneeze, my nose bleeds

She's like, OK, but don't answer the door

And if the phone rings, answer it, but remember who called

She gets in the car and backs out the driveway

And I'm just checking the coast clear

And I'm safe

Mum's gone a minute, not even a second later

And I'm heading over straight for the record player

I'm a scratch the wax off the back of this this Johnny Cash vinyl

And there ain't a damn thing that I know about doing it properly

And there also ain't a damn thing that you could do to stop me

Because I'm the DJ, and he's the rapper

Mesmerised my eyes by the turntable platter, what

Hip hop, hip hop running

Hip hop, hip hop running

In my blood

Hip hop running, running in my blood

In my blood

Is that a rap song

Yeah, where you at son?

I'm in my room, mum, getting my rap on

I listen to radio stations, not hating

The top eight at eight had me standby waiting

With hip hop, I could escape, like, see you later

And if you were like me, you were one of the first playlist curators

I put a blank cassette tape in the deck

Press play record on it, and the world I'd forget

At this point, I hadn't even considered a pen

I really just enjoyed listening then

On the road, I could put my headphones on my head

And disappear in the music and explore it instead

If your AA batteries were losing, they're charge

Music would slow down, the beat would be half

This was my life, and I was living it right

Just a hip hop fan with a vision insight

Hip hop, hip hop running

In my blood, blood

Hip hop, hip hop running

In my blood, blood

In my blood, blood