These words i write is like blood out my fuckin veins, leaking out my life force but it keep me sane, always been the one to analyse and walk the road, lived a lotta joints man Samurai code, blank spots in the memory the whisky did it, trying to impregnate the world heavy lidded, Melbourne is my home, where rodents get their cover blown, it's often shown….fuck 'em, wandering them cold blocks my beheld views, of many people who didn't have a choice to choose, so don't say to me that everything is butter here, there's drugs, criminals, court cases and warfare, shut ya beak budgerigar, you want to be in music strum a guitar, you aint ready for the bars you're a wannabe star, my emblem is a dire wolf like House Stark, ya peasant arse.
HOOK x2
Life, city of all sins, gritty in all skins, divvy's are called in.
Life, colours of all kins, hell's burn the singe, brother the cash wins.
I'm a genuine person say what i like very little fear, talking that hype my droog you might get left with a little souvenir, due to the snapped patience, rap voodoo Haitian, you call that entertainment be silent like Jason, i remember nights pacing, wild thoughts with my mind on safari, you call them rhymes? what? you biters aint half of me, you aint heard nothing like the life in my pages, this aint brag rap or saying i'm the hardest, it's deadly contagious, to sever the haters, internet gangsters you cunts are the lamest, twisting the bottle tops i lurk in the smokey dens, known a lot of bad eggs and abandoned hens, every side of the city where my villains at, north south east west Melbourne's on the map.
Ezra Allen’s new album “Metamorphosis” rides the line between spoken word and hip-hop over five emotion-rich songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2018