Small towns makin' big noise Now I'm on a big stage with the big boys I started makin' tracks in the shed with the breavers Hopin' that the passion and the drive will never leave us They don't believe us I had to stay focused when nobody would believe us I'm hopin' that the passion and the drive will never leave us Cause we believe us I'm faithfully immersed in my element Of MC and I've been livin' hip-hop ever since My first love, on a mic I show my prevalence Straight to the boogie down, prone, spare, I've been and went Just to see how they got down, how to keep it real Not to collaborate, I didn't have no record deal Cause what you say is gon' affect on how the people feel If you don't wanna capsize, keep it even kill I'm representin' for the MCs of the fen-oo-wah And they come from odds around to hear us playin' like ten guitars I'm lovin' New Zealand hip-hop and this is a start And from my soul, we's the natives, it's Oceania, the Wah With some of the meanest nines, cool slip, we tear the floor up Most DJs are producers now, which is better for us Better for us, from that abstract, that's that Rugged, moldy style They be feelin' for when they been needin' more I be comin' with the mainest flow Nah, nah, nah, nah, never give up, nah, nah, nah, nah Nah, nah, nah, nah, never give up, nah, nah, nah, nah Small towns makin' big noise, now I'm on a big stage with the big boys I started makin' tracks in the shed with the breavers Hopin' that the passion and the tribe will never leave us, they don't believe us I had to stay focused when the body would believe us I'm hopin' that the passion and the tribe will never leave us, cause we believe us To live up up a tune, it could be the ritual Make sure you give it back, fulfillin' your spirit, you Mi hiki te awa, mi hiki te maunga Mi hiki tangaro, gotta respect our tonga Reap up yourself, homie, yeah, tike, tike, uh Kumari, pat, cha, yeah, beat it, make it Don't blow your own trumpet, cause the people will ignore you If you ain't good, those people will applaud you But don't get sucked in by the ego, cause you lose If you live for the kids, you die by the booze Papa kept it real, but couldn't speak Te Reo Why do I guess he picked up on everything by the feel, yeah And I remember how my papa used to tell me About them old days, about how they were raised Tonga to Kuiho, their knowledge passed down About how we can survive when ain't no loga around, ay Nah, nah, nah, nah, never give up, nah, nah, nah, nah Small towns makin' big noise Now I'm on the big stage with the big boys I started makin' tracks in the shed with the breavers Hopin' that the passion and the tribe will never leave us They don't believe us I had to stay focused when nobody would believe us I'm hopin' that the passion and the tribe will never leave us Cause we believers, ay *