CONCRETE SLANG
by TORNTS
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Digital Album
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WANDERING BLOCKS
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TRAUMATIC CINEMA
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DANGER ft. Diem
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CITY LIFE
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UNDERCOVER MAGGOT
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VENOM
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THE RAIN
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SOLDIER
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AS THE WORLD SPINS
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STALK THESE STREETS
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RISE UP
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NO ESCAPE
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about
From the depths of Melbourne's underground, comes the newest installment from highly respected rapper and venomous author Tornts. Back with his highly anticipated LP Concrete Slang, Broken Tooth Entertainment’s most prolific MC delivers a hard hitting dose of reality rap and imagery riddled visions of city life in 2012.
Since he exploded on to the scene in 2003 with his groundbreaking first album Adding Insult to Injury, his uncompromising approach has inspired young hopefuls nationwide. Concrete Slang is another chapter in the evolution of undisputed Tornts originality, as he continues to grow in his style, delivery, content, and overall as an artist.
Stark and confronting, and always pushing boundaries, he has refined and honed his style of story telling narratives and rebellious social commentary to a new level. Tornts has garnered a reputation as an unique voice for the growing under-class of our sprawling cities and those who are downtrodden and frustrated with their place in society, and that voice is one that is truly to be reckoned with.
This is the Australia that most people choose not to see, crime, violence, poverty, drug problems, racism, dispossession, and a general apathy and anger at a society that increasingly ignores some sections of itself.
The production is powerful, with modern synth laced beats from himself, UK’s Beat Butcha (Mobb Deep, Lloyd Banks, Brad Strut), Holland’s Ciph Barker (Killah Priest), Melbourne’s own Wik (Crate Cartel), Sydney’s Nebs (Kerser, That’s Them), and 2Bladez (Audio Zombie Productions). The heavy production line-up lends a varied, contemporary, and immense background for his aggressive wordplay and visual verses.
Known for his vigilance in providing a visual aesthetic to his gripping tales, the critically acclaimed and highly praised video clip (and single) ‘Traumatic Cinema’, is a vivid revenge tale of abused youth. The song is a powerful account of the issues faced daily by a forgotten segment of our society. The album delves deeper into the mind of a story teller, with such tracks as ‘City Life’ - which depicts his street tainted visions of life in the Melbourne of "cold steel eyes and paranoid minds" - and ‘Undercover Maggot’, a real life account of undercover police and deceptive entrapment.
The contrast is stark when highly personal stories of his life and dark past, such as ‘The Rain’ and ‘Rise Up’, hit hard while anthems such as ‘Danger’ (ft/ fellow cohort Diem) and the cinematic tale of ‘Smack Dust’ (ft/ Brad Strut) add further impact. Any listener can tell that Concrete Slang is not your typical local rap album, but an evolved masterpiece from a veteran rapper, considered by many to be the most original and important voice of underground hip hop in Australia.
OUT NOW THRU BROKEN TOOTH ENTERTAINMENT AND OBESE DISTRIBUTION!!
MERCH AVAILABLE AT WWW.TORNTS.BIGCARTEL.COM!!
Since he exploded on to the scene in 2003 with his groundbreaking first album Adding Insult to Injury, his uncompromising approach has inspired young hopefuls nationwide. Concrete Slang is another chapter in the evolution of undisputed Tornts originality, as he continues to grow in his style, delivery, content, and overall as an artist.
Stark and confronting, and always pushing boundaries, he has refined and honed his style of story telling narratives and rebellious social commentary to a new level. Tornts has garnered a reputation as an unique voice for the growing under-class of our sprawling cities and those who are downtrodden and frustrated with their place in society, and that voice is one that is truly to be reckoned with.
This is the Australia that most people choose not to see, crime, violence, poverty, drug problems, racism, dispossession, and a general apathy and anger at a society that increasingly ignores some sections of itself.
The production is powerful, with modern synth laced beats from himself, UK’s Beat Butcha (Mobb Deep, Lloyd Banks, Brad Strut), Holland’s Ciph Barker (Killah Priest), Melbourne’s own Wik (Crate Cartel), Sydney’s Nebs (Kerser, That’s Them), and 2Bladez (Audio Zombie Productions). The heavy production line-up lends a varied, contemporary, and immense background for his aggressive wordplay and visual verses.
Known for his vigilance in providing a visual aesthetic to his gripping tales, the critically acclaimed and highly praised video clip (and single) ‘Traumatic Cinema’, is a vivid revenge tale of abused youth. The song is a powerful account of the issues faced daily by a forgotten segment of our society. The album delves deeper into the mind of a story teller, with such tracks as ‘City Life’ - which depicts his street tainted visions of life in the Melbourne of "cold steel eyes and paranoid minds" - and ‘Undercover Maggot’, a real life account of undercover police and deceptive entrapment.
The contrast is stark when highly personal stories of his life and dark past, such as ‘The Rain’ and ‘Rise Up’, hit hard while anthems such as ‘Danger’ (ft/ fellow cohort Diem) and the cinematic tale of ‘Smack Dust’ (ft/ Brad Strut) add further impact. Any listener can tell that Concrete Slang is not your typical local rap album, but an evolved masterpiece from a veteran rapper, considered by many to be the most original and important voice of underground hip hop in Australia.
OUT NOW THRU BROKEN TOOTH ENTERTAINMENT AND OBESE DISTRIBUTION!!
MERCH AVAILABLE AT WWW.TORNTS.BIGCARTEL.COM!!
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released 16 March 2012
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- Track Name: WANDERING BLOCKS
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1. WANDERING BLOCKS produced by Tornts
JACK DANIELS IN THE GLASS WITH THE COLA, IN THE JUNGLE TAKE THE HEAD OFF A COBRA, REAL SUBTLE THOUGH BOTTLE IN THE MOTOR, RING TRIPLE O CHARITY IS OVER, THIS IS 012 WAR BY ECONOMIES, DOLLARS MEAN MORE THAN SCHOLARS AND PROPHECIES, THIS LAND IS STOLEN AND CUNTS OWN PROPERTIES, 1788 YEAR OF THE ROBBERY, FOUL, LOOKING AT THE MOON WITH THIS BOTTLE IN MY HAND, KNOWN FOR MY MUSIC BY THOSE THAT SLANG KILOS AND MANY GRAMS, MY STREET BLACK BELT GOT DANS BUT NOTHING GOES TO PLAN, UNPREDICTABLE LIFE LIKE KIDS RUNNING WITH KNIVES, LIFE SEEMS SURREAL LIKE CINEMATIC LIGHTS, FUCK THE PO – LICE THEY ITCHING US, BLUE FLEAS THAT BITE GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT.
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JACK DANIELS COLA BOTTLES, FUCKED UP CITY NO ROLE MODELS.
WOODSTOCKS DRAUGHT AND LOSS, THE PAST AND FUTURE WANDERING BLOCKS.
JACK DANIELS COLA BOTTLES, FUCKED UP CITY NO ROLE MODELS.
WOODSTOCKS DRAUGHT AND LOSS, MELBOURNE BASTARDS WANDERING BLOCKS.
I LEAN BACK TACCHINIED OUT TAILWIND MAX, LURKING OUT WITH A SNAPBACK, OBSERVING SOME JUNKIES SEARCHING FOR THE CASH, GIMME ANY BEAT AY CUZ I MURDER THAT, SKINNY IN THE SHEETS SHE’S BUZZED OFF HERB AND THAT, SIMIAN ON STREETS WHERE PEACE IS HARD TO CATCH, FUCK YOUR LAWS I’M A SARACEN HEATHEN MOOR, GOVERNMENT SABOTEUR, LIFE IS A BITCH OF A BROAD, YOU SAY THAT WE CAN’T TAKE NO MORE REFUGEES YOU IS A FRAUD, SEEN NO PAIN THEN, SHIT IS REAL BUTTERY IS IT, RIDICULOUS BIGOT, WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT HUNGER IN YOUR GIZZARDS, AND WAR ON YOUR FRONT STEP, KIDS WITH MACHETED NECKS, SHAKE MY HEAD CUNT PASS THE FUCKIN BECKS, YOU AINT US BRUZ PATHETICALLY BEG.
(REPEAT HOOK) - Track Name: TRAUMATIC CINEMA
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2. TRAUMATIC CINEMA produced by Wik
PALE FACED KIDDY LIVING IN A COUNCIL CANYON OF CIGGIES AND STENCH, THANKS TO HIS POPS AND HIS STEPMOTHER WENCH, 10 YEARS OLD WITH WITH THE TEARS WRENCHED, SCARS ON HIS SKIN LOOKING ETCHED, WHEN HE WAS A YOUNG ‘UN SHE USED TO PUT A LEASH ON THIS NECK AND THROW OLD BEER CANS AND MAKE HIM PLAY FETCH, THAT WAS DISTURBING, SCREAMING IN HIS FACE THAT SHE’D HURT HIM, BITCH, DEMENTED COLD WITCH, DUNKING HIM IN BOILING BATHS, IN THE BACKYARD HITTING HIM WITH STICKS, HE KNEW THAT SHE TOOK THESE PILLS TO SLEEP AND HE WANTED HER TO SLEEP FOREVER SO HE COULD LIVE IN PEACE, ONE DAY HE EMPTIED THEM ALL CRUSHED UP IN A JACK DANIELS CAN, TIME TO RISE UP AND BE MAN, ASHES AND BONES, SMASHED UP HER URN, IT ALL WENT TO PLAN.
(HOOK)
REAL LIFE FILM, ACTION, REVENGE, TRAUMATIC CINEMA, WHO GETS AVENGED.
REAL LIFE FILM, NO DVD, MY TRAUMATIC CINEMA, LISTEN AND SEE.
THIS VENGEFUL STREET LITTLE YOUTH, HUNG AROUND WITH THE PARAKEETS WITH THE BEAKS THAT WERE GETTING LOOSE, IF THERE’S PAIN THEN BOURBON’S THE MASSEUSE NO CHASER, STRAIGHT DOWN THE GULLET, HEADED FOR THIS STEPFATHER’S HOUSE WITH A MALLET. REMEMBERING THE BEATINGS, SICK FORCE FEEDINGS, MOTHER WITH THE MOUTH CUT AND BLEEDING, NAH THAT WAS WRONG TIME TO MAKE IT RIGHT, TURNED THAT KEY IN THE LOCK AND ROLLED INSIDE, CRICKET ON THE RADIO MUST BE IN THE BATHROOM, REMEMBERING THE RACIST FUCKER CALLING HIM A HALF COON, KICKED OPEN THE DOOR READY FOR THE WAR, BUT STEP DUD WAS IN A BATH TUB FULL OF WATER, HALF FULL OF BLOOD, WRISTS ALL SLASHED GLEAMING WITH THE FRESH CUTS, LOOKED LIKE HE DID HIMSELF IN, DONE THE WORLD A FAVOUR AND SONNY LEFT WITH A SKITZ GRIN.
(REPEAT HOOK) - Track Name: DANGER ft. Diem
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3. DANGER ft. Diem produced by Nebs
DANGER DANGER, MIND WHAT YOU SAY SON, GOTTA MIND TO CALL YOUR BLUFF LET YOU DIG YOUR OWN GRAVE SUMP, SO LAY A WAGER ON THE TABLE YOU’LL BE RAISED ONE, PUSHING UP DAISIES SO YOUR MUM CAN SAY SHE RAISED ONE.
AIM FOR THEM, SICK CONTAGION, CUT YOU OFF FOR JUST PARADING, THROW YOU TO THE YOUNG ‘UNS WHO DACK BLADES AND, THAT’S WHERE YOU END UP, DOGS ARE JUST OLD PUPS, BUT THEY NEVER OWN UP, FUCK IT DIEM HAMMER CUNTS.
NAME AINT BROTHER OR COUSIN BUDDY WE DON’T SHARE THE SAME BLOOD, WRITING LIKE I’M ON THE MIND NO PRAISE FOR YOUR BRAVE STUNTS, FROM DAY ONE, I’VE BEEN WEIGHING IN, TIP THE SCALES SON, YOUR LIGHTWEIGHT, I CAN SEAL YOUR FATE, RAIN, HAIL SUN.
DANGEROUS PRAY TO US, PAPER TIGERS GET BUCKED, CITY LIFE PAIN ASH TIL WE GET RETURNED TO DUST, AND THE BUILDINGS FUCKIN RUST, WE AINT FEELING YOUR PUS, WHAT’S THE DEAL CUNT HUSH, GRAB A SHIELD POND DUCK.
YOU AINT SPECIAL HIT WITH A MISSILE, COLDER THAN BRISTOL, HUMAN PISTOL, NEVER MISS ‘EM, VIOLENT WISDOM, I RECOMMEND SOME SILENT LIVING, CHEWING YOUR JAW YOU MUST BE PINGING, BEATING ME THAT’S ONE IN A MILLION, I’M A STATUE NO FEELINGS, NO LOVE HUNTING CHAMELEONS.
TRUTH HURTS I SHED NO TEARS FOR THEM, DON’T SUFFER DELIRIUM, GOING ON ALL SUPERIOR WHEN, YOU’RE FUCKIN INFERIOR, REAL DON’T RECOGNISE REAL IN YA, WE HEAR NOTHING SINCERE IN THEM, D I E M AND TORNTS POP OFF LIKE SCUDS IN SYRIA.
SIBERIAN, SICK MEDIUM, FOR THE GHOULS AND GHOSTS, HEARD YOUR RAPS, THEY KYLIE MINOGUES, FAG WITH A ROSE, DEATH TO FOES, REST IT BRO YOU FESTERED AND LOW, QUESTION ME YOU SITTING AT HOME, WHILE YOUR BITCH RUBBING HER CLIT TO ONE OF MY VIDEOCLIPS ON HER PHONE.
RUNNING THIS SHIT I STICK TO THE CODE, YOU HALF STEP YOU’RE YOUR PIGEONTOED, ARE THOSE BOOTS TO BIG FOR YOU BRO, BEEN THERE DONE THIS KID YOU’RE A CLONE, BEEF ON MICS GET STRIPPED TO THE BONE, DROPPED OFF THE FACE LIKE THE SPHINXS NOSE, ARE YOUR LENSES TINTED ROSE, REAL KINGS DON’T GET STRIPPED OF THRONES. - Track Name: CITY LIFE
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4. CITY LIFE produced by Tornts
BARELY BREATHING, IN THE EVENING, FLATS GOT THE SEEDLINGS, BUT THE KIDS NEVER SEEM TO BRANCH OUT, PIGS WANT TO SEND A MAN DOWN WITH SOME YEARS TO COUNT, THEM CUNTS DO POUNCE, WHAT HAPPENED TO THE FOLKS THAT I DON’T SEE NO MORE, SEEMED LIKE THEY DISAPPEARED IN A PUFF OF SMOKE BEHIND AN INFINITE DOOR, THAT’S FOUL MAGIC, ANARCHIST TACTICS, FOILS AND THE DAKKA STICKS, LITTLE MAVERICKS WITH THE BLOOD TO RINSE, TOO YOUNG TO EVEN REMINSCE, WEAPONS IN THEIR KITS AND GETTING ALL LEGIT, COS THAT’S HOW IT IS WE STRUGGLE JUST TO LIVE, SHIT…LOOKING OUTSIDE THERE’S A CHANGE IN THE WIND, DON’T JUMP FROM THE BUILDING, SON GROW WINGS, I CAN HEAR A TROUBLE VOICE IN MY PHONE WHEN IT RINGS, LIVING IN THE RUBBLE OF COLONIAL SINS.
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CITY LIFE, FEELS LIKE SUICIDE, HEAR THE SWINE.
CITY LIFE , COLD STEEL EYES, PARANOID MINDS…CITY LIFE.
ENVELOPED IN THE PAIN, THE YARRA IS A DRAIN, NO MATTER WHAT COLOUR WE’RE THE SAME, I SEE THROUGH PEOPLE LIKE FUCKIN CELLOPHANE, NEVER DWELL ON A DAME, TO HELL WITH YOUR GAMES, STRANGE CREATURES, WANDER OFF THEIR LEASHES, MELBOURNE HELL’S BURN, NO SURF BEACHES, YOU COULD GET DUMPED BY A BARREL THOUGH MAYBE, FOUND THEN DRIVEN IN A BLACK HEARSE MERCEDES, GONE, SNAKES IN THE POND THE CONCRETE’S DEEP, FACING YOUR WRONGS THE PRICE CAN BE STEEP, H AND THE BONGS, ICE, HE FREAKED, RAZOR TO THE VEIN SIGHED WHEN IT LEAKED, NEED RELIEF SUN SETTING CROOKED, FREEDOM OF SPEECH MY RHYME BOOK’S HOODED, AY LITTLE YUPPIE MAN RAP YOU COULDN’T, COMING OFF THE STREETS, HOODLUM NO GOODERS.
(REPEAT HOOK) - Track Name: UNDERCOVER MAGGOT
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UNDERCOVER MAGGOT produced by Ciph Barker
UNDERCOVER MAGGOT DRESSED IN THE DADA, ACT LIKE YOU JUST LEFT THE COUNTRY BOOB, SNIFF AROUND US LIKE A DOG AROUND FOOD, INFORMER TRYING TO READ OUR FUCKIN TATTOOS, HE HAD A COMPADRE TOO, RUFF RYDER JACKET WITH THE HAT KIDS ASKING WHERE THE DRUGS IS, DIDN’T EVEN USE SLANG, THAT WAS REAL SUSS MAN, THINKING ABOUT THE KNIFE THAT MY FRIEND’S GOT HIDDEN AS A THIRD FUCKIN HAND, DON’T WANT TO COP A SEARCH FROM HAM, WE AINT STASHING NO CONTRABAND, BUT THEY PROBABLY THINK THAT WE FIT THE STEREOTYPE, THESE COUPLE OF LICE WANT TO BE CUFFING TONIGHT, ‘NAH WE CAN’T HELP YOU ALRIGHT!’ ….(PIG)’ I THINK THAT I SEEN YOU IN RESERVOIR BEFORE WHERE DO YOU STAY DO YOU LIVE SOMEWHERE NEAR AT ALL’…MY NEGATIVE REPLY WAS SMALL, WHAT DO YOU KNOW THE NEXT MINUTE THEY PUT ME ON THE COPPER TO TRY AND GET REACTION, TYPICAL JACK MOVE THESE DOGS WERE EMMY AWARD ACTING, I WON’T TAKE THE BAIT YOU CUNTS MUST BE JOKING, I MAKE MUSIC THAT HATES COPS WHAT THE FUCK YOU AREN’T KNOWING, THEY TRIED TO CHUCKLE IT OFF AND ACT REAL DRUNK, TWO POT DRUNKS I’M THINKING YEAH YOU FUCKERS CAN TRY AND FRONT, SAID THEY WERE GOING TO THE BAR FOR ANOTHER ONE, WE WERE SPYING THEM FROM THE POKIES THEY DIDN’T BUY ANOTHER ONE, STOOD THERE WHISPERING THEN WALKED OUT ACTING MORE DRUNK, THE RATS MUST THINK WE’RE ALL DUMB STREET SCUM AND MAYBE SLANGING JUNK, BUT I WRITE THE MOST NAUSEOUS RAPS UNDER THE SUN AND NEVER DUMB, NOW WE’RE GETTING SICK OF THEM, LOOK UP THE STREET 20 METRES THERE’S A PADDYWAGON, PROBABLY ON STAND BY FOR THESE TWO LAGGING, TRYING TO GET SUCKERS IN THE CAN LIKE SALMON, FUCK ‘EM, AS THEY WERE LEAVING I COULDN’ T BELIEVE THEY ACTUALLY ASKED IF WE WANTED TO HIT THE PUBS AND GO, I GAVE THEM A DEAD FACE AND SAID HELL NO, SHOT THEM A DEAD LOOK AND SAID FUCK NO!
UNDERCOVER MAGGOT, UNDERCOVER MAGGOT, YOU AINT NO TAGGART, UNDERCOVER MAGGOT, GET HUNTED LIKE A RABBIT.
(REPEAT) - Track Name: VENOM
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VENOM produced by Bonezy 2 Bladez and Tornts
BARELY ALIVE MY SPIRIT JUST TALKING, SPITTING THE PAIN LIKE I GOT NO ENDORPHINS, NORDIC INVADER INSATIABLE HATER OF LAYMEN, BURST THROUGH THE UNDERWORLD LIKE A FATAL SHOCKING FUCKIN RAIDEN, STAMP OUT MAGGOTS YOU MAIDEN, BAD MOUTH HABITS DEGRADING, MELBOURNE MURKER DOMINATE THE COUNTRY, A MILITARY COUP D’ETAT FOR MY CREW AND SUNDRY, DEAD MAN’S SHOES IN THE DINER YOU CUNT, SICK BABOONS OUT THE SILENCE ERUPT, SIX MOONS MANY DAYS WE HUNT, SKITZ IN THE BRICKS, IT’S DARKER AND DEADER THAN THE BP OIL SLICK, WAS IN MEXICO, KNOWN AS A PERMANENT HUMAN SHADOW, WE SAY WHAT NOT HELLO, FROM THE CONCRETE WHERE GRASS DON’T GROW.
(HOOK)
VENOM x8
COLD SNIPER WITH A SCOPE, BOLD WRITER TINTED LOCS, POSEIDON DROWN YOUR HOPES, TRAPPED NEAR THE EDGE OF SANITY THE PSYCHS SAY WE’RE CLOSE, HEAVEN AND HELL IS RIGHT HERE NO HOLY GHOST, SO WE BREAK RYE, READY TO DIE, HIT THE ROAD LIKE A WHITE BROKEN LINE, GARRETTS A SELLOUT NECK HIM IN THE BLUE SKY MINE, PUNTERS IN ST. KILDA, WHAT YOU BUYING? THAT PROSSIE’S BEEN IN THE WARS LIKE PRIVATE RYAN, CUNTS LOOK SLY WHEN THEY’RE LYING, I’VE GOT A SIXTH SENSE, I CAN SEE THAT SEE THEM AND THEIR ATTEMPTED MANIPULATIVE STRENGTHS, FUCK WITH ME AND THE FAM YOU’LL BE LEFT IN PAST TENSE, DEXTER WITH A SLIDE OF GLASS WHAT A FAST END, NEED MONEY LIKE ROBBERY MEN.
(REPEAT HOOK) - Track Name: SMACK DUST ft. Brad Strut
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SMACK DUST ft. Brad Strut produced by Ciph Barker
CRIME PAYS HE WAS DRIVEN BY THE CASH LUST, IN HIS MAX WEIGHING UP THE SMACK DUST, PARANOID OF RATS BRUZ, TAP ON HIS PHONE AND THE JACKS JUST WAITING FOR HIM TO SLIP UP, AINT JUST A TIDDLER, LEADER OF SOME BAD CUNTS LIKE ADOLF HITLER, BAD LITTLE SKAG PEDDLER, SLANG RIDDLER, HANGING WITH A CHICK THAT NEEDED A NEW MISTER, FUNNY THING IS THAT SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN LOCKED, BUT SWAPPED ALL HER RIGHTS WITH THE UNDERCOVER COPS, WHO USED HER AS BAIT FOR ANY NEW DRUG DROPS, ENTRAPMENT PLANNED NEAR THE VIC STREET SHOPS, HE SEARCHED HER FOR MICS, SHE HAD TO GET NAKED, DIDN’T SEARCH HER HAIR, THAT’S WHERE THEY PLACED IT, ABSURD AFFAIR, SMACK FOR THE PLATELETS, THEY CAUGHT HIM THERE AT 8.36.
YOU GOTTA WATCH THE PEBBLES OF LUST, SHE STITCHED HIM UP WITH THE FUZZ FOR A BAG FULL OF DUST, HE HAD THE FEDS ON TOE, AND SCANNED THE SCENE LIKE A FIEND ON THE SCRAMBLE FOR DOUGH, THAT’S WHEN THE HUSTLE WAS POPPED FOUND THE CASH IN THE STASH HE GOTTA HANDLE THE DROP, IN THE MAP WITH A TAT AND THE PADDLE AND POP, LOOKING AT A TRIPLE NOW HE GOTTA BATTLE THE BOSS, OUT THERE HE WAS TACKLING HEAT, MAN OF THE STREETS AND HAD TO COMPETE, A FREE MARKET, HE RAN WITH A TARGET ATTACHED TO HIS BACK BUT THEM FACTS WERE ALARMING, THIS ONE SHARK AND A FEW COHORTS, READY TO GO ON CAME AT HIM WITH A BROKE OFF TOOTHBRUSH, STRAIGHT TO THE JUGULAR GOT HIM TWO THRUSTS, AND NOW HE’S OUT IN A BOX READY TO MOVE UP. - Track Name: THE RAIN
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THE RAIN produced by Tornts
RAIN ON THE WINDOW I’M ZONED OUT, WILL THE FUCKIN WIND BLOW MY HOME DOWN WOULD IT EVEN MATTER, LOOKING AT THE SKY REMINSCING WHEN I WAS A SHOPLIFTING DIRTY LITTLE TAGGER, NEVER GAVE A SHIT YOU THINK I EVER DID? SITTING UP THE BACK OF THE BUS WITH MY STOLEN CLOTHES BUMPING NOTORIOUS FUCKIN BIG, USED TO RECORD INTO A TAPE DECK, ONE TAPE, HATE FOR THE WORLD ATTACHED TO MY NECK, MY HEAD, WEED AND THE ALCOHOL HOLES IN MY DOOR I’D JET, OUT TO THE STREETS AND SURROUNDINGS, I REMEMBER WHEN WE DIDN’T EVEN HAVE HOUSING, EMERGENCY ACCOMMODATION MICE CRAWLING UP THE CURTAINS, I WAS 13 FEELING MURDERED, HALF DEAD, IN MY SECONDHAND GHETTO THREADS.
(HOOK)
THOSE WERE THE DAYS, CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF A PLAGUE, FEELING HALF DEAD, THE RAIN, FUCK IT MAN WASH IT ALL AWAY, WASH IT ALL AWAY.
(REPEAT)
BESSER BRICK GOVERNMENT HOUSE LIKE A FUCKIN KENNEL, NEW KIDS FUCKIN AROUND TESTING IF I’M VULNERABLE, BUT I DIDN’T TAKE IT, PUSHED THAT BULLY DOWN THE BUS STAIRS, COPPED STARES, FEELING KIND OF FERAL, HEADPHONES NWA REFLECTING MY ANGER, LIVING UNSETTLED, WE WERE PRETTY POOR, STUFF FOR DINNER OUT THE FREEZER ALWAYS GETTING THAWED, WENT FROM HAVING A NORMAL JOINT IN QUEENSLAND TO NOTHING NO MORE, DAD WAS GHOST AND THE COLD RAIN POURED, HORROR MOVIES OUT THE ASIAN CORNER SHOP WHAT R RATED LAWS? MY MUM USED TO CALL ME EEYORE WHEN I WAS A TODDLER, COS I WAS GRUMPY AND THE WORLD IT SEEMED LIKE I’D SEEN IT BEFORE, I COULD READ PEOPLE THEN AND NOW I CAN EVEN MORE.
(REPEAT HOOK) - Track Name: SOLDIER
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SOLDIER produced by Beat Butcha
I’M LEANED ON THE BUILDING, MY THOUGHTS GROWING LIKE FINGERNAILS AFTER DEATH, EXISTENCE DISTILLING, RESISTANCE, THE CLOUDS ARE MY CEILING, SHOW LOVE OR GET FUCKIN HEALING, SOME DWELL IN POVERTY ASKING WHERE THE MEALS WENT, THAT CITY MONOTONY, PAWN SHOPS OFFER UP THE STOLEN PROPERTY, THE HE SAY SHE SAY WHERE NOTHING IS HONOURED G, CARVE MY OWN PATH, POOR BUT WE AREN’T PARCHED, SEE NOTHING AND NEVER FUCKIN ANSWER OR ASK, NO COMMENT TO FEDERALES, THAT’S THE USUAL PLAY, FROM THE SWAN RIVER ALL THE WAY OVER TO BOTANY BAY, I NEVER UNDERSTOOD WHY OLD RONNIE KRAY, HANDED HIMSELF IN, I’M ONE OF THE RONIN THAT’S STANDARDLY ROAMING, THAT LIVES FOR THE MOMENT, GRENADE WITHOUT A PIN, YOU RAPPERS MAY AS WELL BE RECYCLING BINS.
(HOOK)
ROLL LIKE A SOLDIER, THINK LIKE A SOLDIER, STEP THROUGH THE BATTLEFIELD, RATS GOT AN ODOUR.
ROLL LIKE A SOLDIER, THINK LIKE A SOLDIER, NEVER BE A SUSS CUNT, HATE’LL BE YOUR OWNER.
ROLL LIKE A SOLDIER, THINK LIKE A SOLDIER, NO UNIFORM, HOODLUM OR LONER.
ROLL LIKE A SOLDIER, THINK LIKE A SOLDIER, WAKE THE FUCK UP STOP LIVING IN A COMA!
HUNGRY INDIVIDUALS RAVENOUS CANNIBALISTIC, THE SICK MELBOURNE MISFITS TRADE, THAT CITY RENEGADE, BOLT CUTTING HEAVENS GATE, BALANCING THE PAIN AND HATE, TRYING TO FILL MY PLATE,WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND IT REGURGITATES, CRACKS IN MY MINDSET I’M FEELING THE QUAKES, BUT RUBBER ON THE ROAD PROBABLY FROM A CAR CHASE BRINGS A SMILE TO MY DOME, FUCK A BLOCKED NUMBER THAT’S HITTING UP MY FREE JAILBROKEN IPHONE, ULTIMATELY CUZ WE’RE ALONE IN THE SCHEME OF THINGS, CULLING MANY CLONES IN THE SCENE HEAR THE VULTURE WINGS, COBBLESTONE HOMES DON’T GLEAM, SONS PUNCTURE SKIN, THAT AINT THE ANSWER, CITY RIDDLED WITH CANCER, FROM GHETTO FLATS TO BIG HOUSES WITH VERANDAHS, THE GAME OF LIFE MIGHT GET YOU DEADED ON THE CAMPUS, TAKE ALL YOUR CHANCES, I’M LIVING THROUGH MY STANZAS.
(REPEAT HOOK) - Track Name: AS THE WORLD SPINS
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AS THE WORLD SPINS produced by Tornts
AS THE WORLD TURNS ITS PARASITIC, THE HUMAN RACE FEEDS AWAY ON ITSELF WE LIVE IT, DARK DAYS OF SERATONIN PATHWAYS, I SIP THE CARLTON SHE SPARK TIL SHE DRIFT IN THE HAZE, RIDING THE TRAM WITH MY CORPSE BLACK SHADES, DOWN IN THE SWAMPS THE HELL’S BURN EVERGLADES, FULL OF TEETHED CREATURES, MOUTHRUNNERS SEE YA WHEN I SEE YAS, I FEEL LIKE I’M MAD MAX BEHIND THE WHEEL, TORNTS ROCKATANSKY, LOSING THE PLOT NO KEEL, HARD TO STEER THROUGH THE TRICKERY, OVERSEERS FROM THE GOVERNMENT SICKEN ME, YEAH I’M SLUMMING IT BUT FUCK IT I’M FREE, YOU CAN GET DROWNED IN THIS BITUMEN SEA, A TWISTED CIRCUS, THE STREET MARQUEE, POURING POISON ON YOU SOCIABLE FLEAS.
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AS THE WORLD SPINS, WHERE YOU GONNA TURN, WE DON’T GIVE A FUCK UNTIL OUR BONES BURN, THAT’S WHEN WE LEAVE, THAT’S WHEN WE’RE GONE, NO WORLD OF MAGIC IT’S TRICKERY AND CONS.
AS THE WORLD TURNS IT’S PARANORMAL, IN IT’S ACTIVITY, NIGHTS AND DAYS BECOME ONE LIKE MALLORY AND MICKEY, THOUGHT ABOUT DIVORCING MYSELF FROM THE EARTH BUT THE ALIMONY’S TRICKY, WHAT A DESPICABLE BEAZELBUB, WHO USED TO RACK COINS AS A KID AND PUT THEM IN BEAT ‘EM UPS, ONE OF THE STREET PUPS WHO WOULDN’T GREET CUNTS, A COUPLE OF YEARS LATER ON WITH THE GANJ IN MY GUTS, AND WEEKEND BEAM IN THE MUGS, AND HATE FOR THE SCHEMING MUTTS, I WISH THEY WERE CORPSED OUT HEAVING WITH BUGS, BUT NOW IT’S ARMAGEDDON, SON CAN YOU TELL WHERE YOU’RE HEADING? SOME PUT A KIND OF A BET ON, GO WRONG AND END UP LEAKING VERMILLION, NO MEDALLION, I’M A VILLAIN, YOU’RE BARELY A SIMIAN PAL, AINT EVEN SWEAT ON MY BROW.
(HOOK REPEAT) - Track Name: SHADOWS AND SWINE ft. Kid Selzy,Illuminate & Gutz
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SHADOWS AND SWINE Feat. Selzy, Illuminate, Gutz produced by Tornts
LIGHTS HIT THE GROUND BUT THE GHOSTS IN THE SHADOWS MOVE, FUCK THE DIRTY COPPERS THAT KILLED THAT KID WHEN THEY PURSUED, TOO MANY TIMES THAT’S FUCKIN HAPPENED, HE RODE A BIKE AND THEY WENT RIGHT AT HIM, HE GOT IMPALED ON THE FENCE, FROM THE CHASE, PAIN IMMENSE, YOUNG FACE, HARSH EVENTS, MANIPULATED EVIDENCE, R.I.P. YOUNG THOMAS HICKEY, FUCK THE LYING COPS, I BELIEVE YOUR FAMILY, THIS IS WHERE IT STOPS, LYING PLOTS GOT ME HIDEOUSLY ANGRY.
FOUND UNDERGROUND LIKE DIRT AND LIME, SOUND OF A SICK AND PERVERTED MIND, WHEN I SPEAK CAN’T HIDE THE HATE, TIL I REACH MY EXPIRY DATE, COPS ARE CORRUPT AND NO ONE STOPS THEM, NOCTOURNAL CREATURE THAT DON’T PLAY POSSUM, SEE THEM DUDES ALONE ON SWANSTON, BROKE, HOMELESS AND NOBODY WANT’S THEM, ALL THESE ADDICTS THEY DETOXING, SWAP THAT SMACK FOR SUBOXONE, RAZOR BLADES AND OXYCONTIN, THAT’S HOW KIDS ERASE THEIR PROBLEMS, CCTV THEY BE WATCHING, YEAH SO WHAT? WE AINT STOPPING, I SWEAR TO GOD LIKE FUCK YOU, COS THAT AINT WHO I LOOK UP TO.
I KNOW MY NECK OF THE WOODS LIKE THE BACK OF MY HAND, BACK OF THE TRAIN, BACK OF THE TRAM, PACKED FULL OF STRANGERS TRAPPED IN A CAN, I’M RACKING MY BRAINS, I’M HATCHING A PLAN, I’M A HUNTER-GATHERER, CLOSE CIRCUIT CAMERAS TRY TO KEEP A TRACK OF MY CHARACTER, CONVICT BLOOD CARRIER, DAYS NUMBERED WITH A RED CROSS ON THE CALENDAR, SMELL COPS AS I HOP THE BARRIER, SOUND OF THE BEAST, SOUND OF THE STREET, COUNT SHEEP TIL I’M SOUND ASLEEP, THINGS STAY RED HOT IN THE AREA, PARANOIA BURNS IN MY BRAIN, WELCOME TO HELLS BURN IN THE FLAMES, EARNT MY KEEP FROM WHAT I LEARNT ON THE STREET, BRUSHING OFF THE DIRT ON MY NAME.
I’M SICK OF THE BLAH BLAH, MY DAY GETS BETTER COS CHESS AND FARMA, I’M MAKING IT BETTER BRINGING THE PRESSURE SICK OF THE FEDS AND DRAMA, SCARRED TYPE SO I CARVE MIC GOT HEART RIGHT AND A DARK MIND, RAISED AROUND MAGGOT NOW I STING LIKE A MARCH FLY, PUT PRACTICE IN GET A BAR PRIZE ON TRACK WITH A KING THAT’S WHY I STRIVE AND I RAP ABOUT SHIT THAT I DID RIGHT YOU LOCK IT IN IT’S MY OWN LIFE, NO MACE TO THE FACE GONNA BREAK US SO IT’S DOWN WITH THE JACKS, FUCK YOU TO THE SNAKES AND FAKERS WHO SELL OUT FOR THE CASH. - Track Name: STALK THESE STREETS
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STALK THESE STREETS produced by Beat Butcha
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WALK WITH ME RIDE NOW, ESCAPE YOUR HIDEOUTS, THIS IS HOW WE RULE THESE STREETS.
WATCH OUT FOR SIGNS NOW, DON’T SCOPE FOR TIME OUTS, EVEN WHEN THE VOICES SPEAK.
SOME BURN LIKE SOLDERED WIRE IN THIS CITY OF FIRE, THAT’S WHEN THE HAVOC IS WREAKED.
THESE STRAITS ARE DIRE, GOTTA HAVE THE HEART OF TIGER, WHERE’S YOUR SHARE GET YOUR PIECE.
ALONE IN THE BRICKS IN THE PITS WITH THE INSECTS WHO USE THAT BELLY OF THE BEAST TO LAY THEIR NESTED EGGS, MONEY AINT PAPER HERE WE’RE TRYING TO GET FUCKIN PLASTIC AND JET, IT’S HARSH OUT DRASTIC THE STEPS, HE PASSED OUT ROBBED BY THE PREMATURE VETS, SHOULD HAVE ASSESSED THE POSSIBILITY OF THREAT BUT NAH, SHOW US YOUR CARDS, JACK DONE A B AND E THOUGHT HE WAS A KING BUT HIS QUEEN LAGGED HIM IN COMING DOWN OFF THE SHARDS, LOOK TO THE FUTURE SON LEARN FROM THE PAST, A CONCRETE WILDERNESS DODGE THE RANGERS IN THIS 3000 NATIONAL PARK, SOME CUNTS ARE ALL SHOW, THEATRE PARTS, DOBERMAN HUMANS BELONG WITH THE FLEAS AND THE BARKS, BUT I’M CARDIAC AS FUCK ALL HEART, JUMPING OUTTA TINTED CAR DEMONIC SHARK
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WRITE SICK, THE BOTTLE IS MY SIDEKICK, STREETS LIGHTS REFLECT IN MY EYELID, DECEPTIVELY HIGH…SHIT, AINT SAYING MUCH BUT THE CITY TALKS TO ME, SO MANY SLUTS WITH A KEEP MAN BABY, THE QUICKSAND TRAP CHILD SUPPORT AND PAID GRAVY. FUCK I’VE BEEN CLOSE TO THE EDGE I SWEAR SATAN COULD HAVE SHAVED ME, MAYBE, NICKED MY JUGULAR, ARMOUR PIERCING SLUG VERNACULAR, TO INFILTRATE LIKE NOKIA, TRIGGERED C4 IN AN AFGHANI CAR, AUSTRALIA’S HISTORY? THEY DON’T TEACH YOU THE HALF, OF GENOCIDE DESIGNED PAINFUL AND HARSH, FUCK CAPTAIN COOK SHOULD HAVE HUNG HIM OFF A MAST, MOVING THROUGH LIFE NITROUS OXIDE FAST, THE AMBULANCE COMES AND THE COPS ARRIVE LAST, THERE’S NEVER NO ANGELS STRUMMING NO HARPS, RAISED WITH THE OLD STREET SMARTS.
(REPEAT HOOK) - Track Name: KEEP THAT MOUTH SHUT ft. Jake Biz,Ciecmate,Gaz Hazard,Fluent Form,Briggs & Bigfoot
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KEEP THAT MOUTH SHUT Feat. Jake Biz, Ciecmate, Gaz Hazard, Fluent Form, Briggs, Bigfoot produced by Tornts
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YOU MIGHT GET FUCKED UP, TALKING BITCHING HOWLING WHINGING, KEEP THAT MOUTH SHUT, NAMES AND FACES MAKING STATEMENTS.
I BUST THE SLOW FLOWS LIKE NO DOZE, YOUR CREW’S LIKE SO SO, MY CREW’S A WHO’S WHO OF THESE SOUTH SUBURBAN POSTCODES, COAST TO FUCKIN COAST, YOU KNOW THESE SUCKERS KNOW THE NAME, PAID DUES, MAD SHOWS NO MORE RAPPING FOR LOOSE CHANGE, REBEL FORCES, WITH 20 NAMES ON THE DOORLIST, WE LEAD THE LIFE YOU ONLY TALK ABOUT IN FORUMS, THANKS TO THE VENOM I’M PENNING ACROSS THIS SLUTS CHEST, STEALING BOOZE FROM DRAPHTS ROOM BACKSTAGE AT SPRUNG FEST.
ON THESE STREETS WE SPEAK OUR OWN RHETORIC, BUT MOTHERFUCKERS NEED SOME PHONE ETIQUETTE, SAY IT TO MY FACE, DON’T TEXT THE SHIT, YOU A THUG, YOU MOVE DRUGS, YOU REP YOUR CLIQUE? YOU’RE A DREAMER, WAKE UP OR YOU’LL GET PINCHED, LEFT WITH A RED LIP AND HEAD SPLIT, DEAD HIP THEN A LEG TRIP, YO DON’T SLIP AND I WON’T FLIP, WATCH YOUR TONE KID, STAY ON YOUR OWN TIP, H.G. OWN SHIT, AND YOU KNOW THIS.
THE NAME’S GAZ HAZARD FROM THE COOL RAD SKILLS, THE USUAL SUSPECT MOSTLY FITTING THE BILL, YOU LIVE IN FAGGOTSVILLE WITH YOUR TEMPORARY THRILLS, WHILE YOU SMASHED ON PILLS WE STRAIGHT KEEPING IT REAL, WHAT’S THE DEAL WITH YOUR EYES ROLLING ‘ROUND IN YOUR HEAD, I’M SMOKING WEED AND DRINKING PISS WITH TORNTS INSTEAD, IT’S HOW WE BRED, TO ALWAYS BACK UP WHAT YA SAID, YOU CAN’T FUCK WITH US, SO YEAH ENOUGH SAID.
AIM STEADY, FIRE BOMB YOUR BLATANT NONSENSE, YOU AINT READY, PILOT DROPS THE AGENT ORANGE, I GOT THE REP, SICK RHYMING’S ON STANDBY, SO WATCH YOU’RE STEP, TRIPWIRES AND LANDMINES, BOOM, BLANK PAGE I INK IT UP, MIND SHARP LIKE SHANK BLADE INCISION CUTS, LISTEN UP CONCRETE SLANG PLACE CEMENT BOOTS, ON PESTS WHO, STEP TO FLU, STRAIGHT DEFEND TRUTH.
YOU WERE NEVER IMPORTANT YOU’LL NEVER BE MISSED, AS I GORGE ON THE SLAUGHTER OF YOUR NEXT OF KIN, I’M JUMPING BORDERS, VICTORIAN MEXICAN, SINGING FOR THE LORD, NEVER GETTING NEXT TO HIM, IT’S A COLD ACT, IT’S HARD, COLD FACTS, DIDN’T HAVE TO PLAY RUGBY TO LIVE WITH ALL BLACKS, IT’S A FAMILY THING, AND THIS BLOOD RUNS THICK, AND YOUR BLOOD RUNS UNDER SOMEONE’S KICKS.
COMPLETELY DEVOID OF A GIVE A FUCK LURK IN A VORTEX, PIGS COMMODORES AND THEY CALL PETS, THEY’RE CALLED RODENTS, DIRTY OPPONENTS, STATEMENT OWNERS, FUCK ‘EM WE AINT NO SOBERS, TRAPPED ON THE EARTH LIKE THE CUNTS IN THE TANK OFF THE WALKING DEAD, WHILE THE BANKS LEAVE THE POOR UNFED, RATHER STEAL THAN BEG, IN THE CITY OF MELBOURNE CHEAP BLADES AND LEAD.
YOU’RE A PROBLEM WE NEED TO FIX, LOUDMOUTH WEAK AS PISS, WHY YOU SPEAKING SHIT ABOUT THE SAME CUNTS I SEE YOU WITH, WHY YOU ON THE NET WITH YOUR EXPERT COMMENTAR, BUT NEVER DROPPED A CD OR ROCKED A SET PROPERLY, WHY’D YOU COP A CHASE AND ALL YOUR MATES GOT AWAY, BUT THE COPS ARE ON THEIR DOORSTEP THE VERY NEXT DAY, TELL ME WHY SHOULD I BELIEVE A SINGLE WORD THAT THIS DOG SAID, TELL ME WHY I SHOULDN’T SMASH A BAT THROUGH HIS SOFT HEAD.
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RISE UP produced by Nebs
RAISE UP MY LONGNECK TO THE SUNSET, SOME SAID THAT I SHOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD, BUT I FARED WELL, BAGS OF STOLEN SHIT STASHED IN THE STAIRWELL, HAD TO GET CASH FOR THE LANDLORD WHEN THE BITCH RANG THE BELL, HELD THE MONEY PASSED IT OVER LIKE FUCK THIS REALLY HOW BAD COULD BE A CELL, RUN UP IN THE COUNCIL SPOT FREE BREAKFAST GHETTO SHIT SAUCE AND SOME PASTA SHELLS, THEN I’D HIT THE JUNGLE, LONGNECKS OFF THE SHELVES, HELPED MY FRIENDS, THEY HELPED ME, NOT JUST OUT FOR OURSELVES, WRITING EVERY DAY MAN THAT’S WHERE I LEARNT MY ART, SINCE BACK IN THE DAY EVER G THAT MET ME KNEW MY MIND WAS SHARP, TO ALL THOSE THAT FELL ON A SAD PATH, REST IN PEACE I WISH YOU DIDN’T DEPART.
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RISE UP, HOLD YOUR HEAD HIGH, EVERY SINGLE DAY CUZ IT’S YOUR TIME.
RISE UP HOLD YOUR HEAD HIGH, FUCK ALL THE PAIN BRUZ YOU’LL GET BY.
RISE UP HOLD YOUR HEAD HIGH, EVEN WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE YOU’RE FIGHTING BLIND.
RISE UP HOLD YOUR HEAD HIGH, HOLD YOUR HEAD HIGH.
STAND UP COUSIN HOLD YOUR HEAD HIGH, THE WORLD IS YOURS AND THE LIMIT’S THE SKY, GO HEAVY METAL ON THE WORLD FUCK A LULLABY, THIS IS YOUR TIME, FUCK ALL THE PROBLEMS, MONEY AINT NOTHING BUT METAL AND PLASTIC, DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO BUT MAKE SURE YOU ACT QUICK, DON’T GET DRAGGED INTO SWAMPS WHERE CUNTS USE YOU FOR WHAT THEY WANT, THEY’LL CHEW YOU UP AND THEN SPIT YOU OUT LIKE BONES IN A RESTAURANT, ALL FOR WHAT? YOU WANTED A REP KID EARN IT ON YOUR OWN TWO, LET ME TELL YOU THIS CITY IS A ZOO, AINT NO LOVE AROUND HERE NOBODY GONNA CROON, BUT IF YOU’RE ROLLING COOL THEN CREW’LL COME THROUGH FOR YOU, I KNOW FROM EXPERIENCE, USED TO BEING SURROUNDED BY PAIN AND GLOOM.
(REPEAT HOOK) - Track Name: EIGHT BAR CRIME ft. Hosper the Horrorble
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EIGHT BAR CRIME ft. Hosper the Horrorble produced by Bonezy 2 Bladez
POVERTY IS THE PARENT OF REVOLUTION AND CRIME, ENEMIES CAN’T WAIT TO SEE US FRY IN A BOX MADE OF PINE, TARNISH YOUR SHINE, TOXIC BUT ALL STREET ALIGNED, NEVER PLEAD TO SWINE, LIFE IS PETITE WITH TIME, SO WE GOTTA CONQUER, PIECES ON THE WALL WHERE WE WANDER, I SAW A KID WITH THE HUNGER, SCREWDRIVER IN YOUR HONDA.
HATRED FOR AUTHORITY GETS STRONGER, YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK TO DO, TYPE OF ATTITUDE, NEGATIVE MIND STATE, HELPS ESCALATE THE AUSTRALIAN CRIME RATE, AT AN ALARMING PACE, CUNTS DON’T GIVE A FUCK NO MORE THEY’RE ON THE CHASE, EVERYONES DOING IT NOW, DON’T KNOW THEY’LL SHOW YOU HOW, BE PREPARED TO RUN AROUND, NEVER SNITCH IT’S NOT ALLOWED, COME ON MAKE YOUR PARENTS PROUD.
TEAR IT DOWN SHRAPNEL THE SYSTEM, METAL BRACELETS EQUAL PRISON, EVERYONE GOT THE SAME CHANCES WHO YOU KIDDING? FULL OF JOKES, SOME SLANG COLA AND BAGS OF SMOKE, SKAG MAKES HUMANS SINK AND NEVER FLOAT, FALLING IN SYNC WITH THE NIGHT’S DEATH CLOAK, VISIONS OF MELBOURNE IN MY MIND I’M SPITTING OUT NOTES, DRUNK IN COLLINGWOOD, THE TOTE.
CAN’T COPE, PROBLEMS PILING UP, YOUR ANTIDOTE, DRUG FILLED NIGHTS AND DAYS TO TAKE THE PAIN AWAY, MENTALLY SCARRED, YOUR BINGE ON SMACK AND SHARD, ROTTING HARD, OD’ED ONCE IN FRONT OF YOUR NEIGHBOURS AND FUCKIN LEFT THEM AND SCARRED, THERE’S NO STOPPING NOW, FUCK IT MAN YOU’RE GOING HARD, IN FOR THE LONG HAUL UNTIL THE DEVIL PULLS YOUR CARD, GO ON AN ARMED ROB, GET CAUGHT WHAT A FUCKIN LAUGH, NOW YOU’RE IN THE FUCKIN YARD. - Track Name: NO ESCAPE
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NO ESCAPE produced by Tornts
THE CITY WHERE THE SHADOWS HANG IT’S LOOKING NOOSED, MANY NEW KELLY GANGS AGAINST THE TROOPS, SOME JUST BANG UP THINGS THEN HIT THE BUPE, I JUST HANG UP PHONES YOUR TALK AINT TRUE, LIVING IN THE VULTURE LAND IT’S LIKE A MAZE, SIEVING THROUGH THE NEWSTAND SEE VIOLENCE PAYS, CHILD TO A GROWN MAN JUST USE YOUR BRAINS, WHEN YOU ARE GONE COUSIN YOUR REP REMAINS, I’LL BE OVER HERE BROTHER JUST DRINKING UP, I WANT TO SEE CLEAR THINKING MY HEAD’LL ADJUST, DON’T EVER HAVE FEAR SETTLE AND LIVE YOUR MONTHS, COPING WITH THE SHEER STRESS WHEN IT ALL FUCKS UP, WRITING LIKE A CHIEF SEE NOW THAT’S MY THING, YOU ONLY DO GEEK RAP, YOU AINT A KING, YOU BETTER JUST SIT BACK, AND SMOOCH THE RING, BITTER LITTLE INTERNET CAT WEAKLING.
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YOU DON’T WANT TO HEAR THE TRUTH, TOO LATE, LIVING WHAT I WRITE EVERY DAY, NO ESCAPE, YOU AINT RAPPING NOTHING ABOUT LIFE, YOU AWAKE? REPRESENT YOUR CITY MY FRIENDS, TAKE TAKE!
LEARNT FROM WAY BACK TO STRUGGLE STRIVE, NOTHING IN MY DAY PACK HAD HUNGRY EYES, BLUFFING IN A CRAZED ACT WONT HELP YOUR LIES, SHOVING IN A BLADE TO MY BACK MEANS SEVERED TIES, SEEN A LOT OF BAD SHIT YOU WOULDN’T KNOW, EVEN WHEN I REST WITH A KIP, ONE EYE CLOSE, SOME PEOPLE GO SKITZ HAVE EPISODES, BREATHING OUT THE SIDE OF THEIR LIP COCAINE NOSE, TRAPPED IN THE BURN THE YARRA’S LIKE A MOAT, LORD OF THE RINGS SHIT WITH ORCS AND FOES, AWKWARDLY CLING NAH YOU OUGHT TO GO, HE SAW YOUR PIN YOUR CARD’S NOW ZERO, I’M TOP OF THE PILE MY VERSES ARE CLICK CLACK, BETTER THAN BERETTAS A VENOMOUS KICK BACK, SEPARATE AND LEPEROUS BUNNIES ARE SMALL SNACKS, TO HELL WITH IT I’M RECKLESS STICK TO YOUR OWN PATCH.
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