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DIRTY TOWN
produced by Kharnivor
Tightropes with Nikes tied and my friends close, voices in my head reach crescendos, no love for the fronters….pretend rogues, we in a dirty old town without the Pogues, lights flashing in the evening and fiends fiending, holes in their arms like beestings, lost memories, bottleshop key rings , Lacoste crocodiles snap in a sea of sin, see my face in, Murkville AUS, ups and downs like a track for the bmx, you don't know the half bruh….43%, i've came up from nothing so it's best you don't forget, Melbourne our streets all looking like craters, bombed, and young skitz Majors are quick to respond, hats pulled down so the cameras are wrong, and names are anon, my don.
( HOOK )
We're in a dirty old town, we're in a dirty old town, we're in a dirty old town, street visions living here brother play it loud.
We're in a dirty old town, we're in a dirty old town, we're in a dirty old town, street visions living here money wears the crown.
Beanied up, my jacket like an 80s soviet, overstand i merk slow like an opiate. so repugnant, in the jungle where the vines are power lines we Herman Munster'ed, get amongst it, viking the whole of Babylon leave it plundered, speak in centuries, and keep it one hundred, imma fuckin live my days just how i want to, some cunts are deranged they just run up on you, cut and paste with pain there ain't no undo, old steel that braise that chewy sinew, cold breath in the air and ghetto mildew, no gods to praise the power's in you, dark nights in the archives with the barflies and their past lives gleaming shark eyes, distant like par 5's cos of hard lives you don't want to come around we don't rock no disguise.
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THIS PLACE
produced by Tornts
feat. Apprentice
I think about my life see where i went wrong, fuck it all though cuz gotta move on, 'Burn is my habit well known here, and when i drink at a wake yeah i shed a tear, keep it moving to the clock hours 24, cold days cold nights yo is this Nepal, keep pouring 'em out reflection in the glass, some kids so broke they gotta sleep in parks, don't ever fuckin think that you know it all, bad mistake, oversight, Roman to Gaul, acidic bile in the gut of the diamondback, vampire cutting through your neck leaving dirty plaque, i live through ink trapped in a graphic novel, no storyboard fakes make my mind boggle, no glory in hate, you mollycoddled, dirty ice on the lake, the puffers hobble.
( HOOK x2 )
You might see me around this place, next night we might be gone from here, ( you never know when you go)
We keeping up life with this endless pace, but that's what the world is like 'round here ( no fear )
You never know when your time's up that's for sure, got faith in myself no God or cause, i'll be pushing levels boundaries i seem to break, I'm a warrior you're a hipster with heartache, shadows and swine dance with the fuckin devil, courts fine, pollies they backpedal, we aint living on the beach in Home and Away, there's poverty, homeless and strays, seen the world since a young 'un with a tainted glint, broken home couldn't fix it with a simple splint, some nights rolling around thinking was it worth it, next night drinking up with crew shit was perfect, now we in the second decade of 2000, if you aint ready son throw your towel in, my music's in all hood ya better recognise, got respect overseas damn right.
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I DO THIS
produced by Ciph Barker
This could be the realest shit i ever wrote, young demon don't fall walking on that tightrope, i do this for them looking at their face in blades, sharpened up cos they is paranoid and too blazed, had anger for the world drank it down with hate, still do sometimes you know the pain ache, i do this for her black eye and no hope, you can make it out make the call fuckin go, living 'round the city bruh there's dead souls, ya had tickets on yourself they never sold, i predicted ya outcome didn't need a poll, aint too late to change though come in from the cold, i do this for them evicted and eighty sixed cos they can't afford to pay bills and feed kids, i'll be still here even if the light's out, writing in my little zone no drought.
HOOK x2
I do this, for my own sanity and others too, sitting on the dock of the bay spitting the blues.
I do this, for those with stress and wrecked minds, fuck trying to die we trying to climb.
4 track recorder that's when i learnt to rap, didn't do it for youtube or fans to clap, did it for myself cos it was my fuckin art, now i do it for my people and not the charts, i do this for those with holes in their damn roof, got the pots and pans out to catch the dew, got the cans in the cupboard and Salvos food, got stress in their lives it's an uphill feud, i've seen the past and the future, wise corneas, the domination of computers, and ID forgers, looking in the mirror saying keep ya shit together, knowing i've been through worse it'll get better, i do this for those with CRNS and no work, knowing that they're applications aren't worth dirt, known trials and tribulations that's word, i'll be hitting these pages til my ashes burn.
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OUT HERE
produced by Tornts
feat. Kings Konekted
( HOOK )
'm out here, we're out here, watching this world is never clear.
I'm outside, we're outside, street vision pain filled skies.
I'm out here, we're out here, watching this world is never clear.
I'm outside, we're outside, street vision never gonna lie.
We roam the lands like nomads, hunter gatherers in the breeze i've smelt some blown labs, rough little Conans hating their old man's and wishing for gold hands, bench drinking tans, blinded by the struggle cataracts from scattered cash, watch who you fuck with they'll leave with you with more than a rash, robbery in the colony, little man with the bally and heavy shotty, drugs got him godly, cameras see him on the rock…Sean Connery, cops skid up in the spot popped his body, on the news he's a temporary oddity, no honour amongst thieves, blood money, what's the line of separation between man and the animals? evil and ego economic tolls, no Nissan but i'm checking out the skyline, dirty swine helicopter wish it weren't flying.
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CULPRIT: In amongst tobacco and porn,devil's habits and horns/havoc,panic attacks and children's toys scattered on lawns/where the mufflers growl like mastiffs,bulldogs'll snarl and crouch/in smoke sections,smart mouths,where's where's your class and clout?/and young boys with markers out "hey where you putting up?"/cause real writers riding on you would be fucks/nothing greater,abundant danger,infringements over drunk behaviour/and fuck a favour rather frame ya like constructive labour/anything goes till nothing's left/they using bus shelters as protection for sex,gin and schweppes/at my behest overthrow you like rudd/you know the deal keep your mouth shut when covered in mud/i dont got time for the haters,refuse the chumps/im in that black dodge bangin rest in peace by billy bunks/the captain fitting the bill/come and see me when there's something you can do for me like richie aprile/........capish.
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DONTEZ: Cryovak sacks inside the walls behind the chipboard/ eye’s move behind a framed portrait delays on the dates/ brothers extorted the weight/ display caution slang surgery pups in the nursery rough/ the violent clutch of hells nectar adolescent love, mistaken hugs for a fuck/ where kids hustle cars into trucks & cuzin they know the setup/ with trail-bike gloves & posse sparks street operas in the dark imposters acknowledgment’s met/ verbal reflections inside the retina/ cash/ motivator tradie’s even get robbed for their sealy’s glue sealant & varnish/ stash spoils, copper wire coils concrete posturepedic/ behind the wheels of a bomb where time collides like hadron beneath Geneva/ It’s still better the devil you do/ chemical stews in the broth/ where tyres fry the bitumen in the lot/ Cars stolen ram raided grog shops straight out the yard/ street trades & swollen wallets enlarged maroon hearts/
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CRUSH ALL THE HYPE
produced by Tornts
I'm uncouth up the back with the liquor dripping, show you deadshits how to start fuckin living, the dark night rises with no jokers, no surprises spitters are throwback hopeless, i think my superannuation might be a crop, got a plan for the future call it a plot, RIP to those who died in cars hot, enemies who what? I'm noosing the knot, leviathan with the mind of psilocybin, human island, at the top of what you're climbing, achieved my dreams and hopes, what is you a hoax, better shut that mouth and learn signing, yeah i'm down in hell's burn the best city, when the chicks hear the lyrics brother they're giddy, take a tour in my world, real music, cold world but the stress make it humid.
HOOK x2
I crush all the hype, no false words.
I crush all the hype, city to burbs.
I crush all the hype, mind disturbed.
I crush all the hype, from the sky to the kerb.
What ya know about him, street slang with the 808s, used to roll to the rich hoods and snatch crates, longneck in my hand like an extra tendon, wasn't trainspotting like Renton, some cunts front around like they really know me, you's a backstabbing motheruckin lowey, that's the world though dog eat dog, canines revealed, septic squads, i'm in the beast belly never fuckin left, no time for games never listened to a ref, school of life shit you prick no hex, known a lot of kids that slinged ching and x, i'm in the place though the wall is my jacket, bar is my elbow, backbone is granite, brain is a planet, somewhere far off, life is a chess game, Tornts Kasparov.
( REPEAT HOOK )
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DARK DAYS
produced by Kharnivor
feat. Diem and Murky
Down in the jungle Melbourne town, powerful humble dead you hounds, i'll be here holding on, cunts know my face i'm hardly anon, you don't pain fairy wand, little princess bitch i'm a don, lived in spots where the sun never shone, the only thing bright was the coins that shone, dark days gave me strength, looking back it all made sense, some got lost, some made it out, come for me you better pay them amounts, i'll be awaiting, something in a bag not obvious to laymen for that occasion, eyes Eurasian half closed, chemical agent dark clothes.
DIEM: THINKING IS THERE A LIGHT OUT ON THIS DARK ROAD, OUT TO MY BLOODLINE SHOW AND RMOE CARRYING WEIGHT ON THERE HEARTS LIKE CARGO, BEEN THROUGH HARD TIMES AND HARD LUCK SCRAPING BY DOWN ON YOUR LAST BUCK, SHOULDERS BACK GOTTA KEEP YOUR GUARD UP THAT OLD BEEF THAT'LL SPEED YOUR HEART UP.. SO YOU HAVE TO KEEP YOUR HEAD UP STILL HUNGRY SO WHY YOU FEEL FED UP, FEELING LIKE THEY'RE TRYING TO BRING YOU DOWN ITS A SET UP, SMOKED OUT HEAD IS IN THE CLOUDS EYES RED UP, DOES IT EVER CROSS YOUR MIND WHERE YOU MIGHT END UP OR WHEN YOU MIGHT SNAP CAUSE THE STRESS OF LIFES PENT UP, SPENT UP MONEY ON RENT THATS DEAD BUCKS DARK DAYS THOUGH YOU NEVER KNOW WHERE YOULL END UP .
( HOOK x2 - feat. Murky )
Dark days, dark days, 'til me and life part ways, part ways.
Dark days, days, maintaining half crazed, half crazed.
DIEM: SURVIVAL OF THE FIT IT ALL MEANS MORE TO ME NOW, SOME WILL DOUBT AND THEY LOVE TO HATE FROM A YOUNG AGE KNEW LIFE WASNT FUN AND GAMES, LEARNED TO TRUST MINE - NO OTHER FACE, PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD LIVING WITH CUNNING TRAITS, CHANGED ME FROM THE INNOCENT BABY MY MOTHER RAISED YOU COULD SEE THE SAME EXPRESSION IN MY BROTHERS FACES, ISNT IT CRAZY RAISED IN THE SAME PLACES DOESNT AMAZE ME TIMES WHEN THINGS WERENT ALL BUTTER OR GRAVY, SO YA PUT UP A FIGHT OR YA RUNNING FOR SAFETY. RUNNING AWAY OR RAISING A FIST BOTH WAYS YOU COULD WIND UP WITH A STITCH, WHEN TRUE COLOURS ARE SHADY TWO FACES SWITCH UP IN A GLIMPSE.
In the abyss watch the vertigo, tortured souls like Guantanamo, ordered cold that's the city bro, whore to hold one fiddy dough, that's the toll what a pity though, smelling mould shitty ceiling low, fellas trolls let the dealer know, they got moles in the Fila and Polo, that'll spin tales, not like an animal showing affection, more like scum that'll run to the sheriff in a Western, rats better learn their lesson, and i say this clear, they want to hear when i end all rappers careers, pass me the beers, that's how it is, we live.
( REPEAT HOOK )
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SCIMITAR
prod. by Tornts
Creeping out the city pits with the seedy slits and demons seeing lights lit, streets all dark lost in the park kids dodging coppers cars in the hood, that's how we like to roll and we're cold cunts never fuckin thought that we could, make it this far out the dense woods walking scimitar intense looks, i be fried when we ride i be writing books, while the white and brown's weighed by the crooks, underground king humble man been around things i can tell a sham, maybe do sins fight with all limbs man, no skin tan broke leaves ya burnt, fuck rembrandt art's what i wrote, all my people drink up or toke plants , go for your plans get your mind right or it's cyanide plans end of life, all my people roll with me on this with a drink in hand and your back on bricks , watch the snakes tricks in the baked mist organs hate shivs and the adders hiss, why they lie to kids? imma make a diff, one chance to live fuck it live fearless.
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KILLIN' IT
produced by Beat Butcha
feat. Dr. Flea
I'm riding here with my bottle my pal the main one, tainted clouds in my eyes aint it foul son, mix it up bit of schweppes dry with the henny, thick as fuck i just spent me a whole plenty, and i reign unannounced, controversy…Mundine bouts, a Hum v the way i ride out, test me then find out, rest sleep you're a time out, recipe for for a lined brow, you aint popping no firepower, look at the time it's my hour, so check the clock, you's a fake fuckin person like a Twitter bot, you're critter aint hot she lacking the kilowatts, a greed motherfucker i take the whole lot, it was me so what? this goes out to my young ones leaning, charring weed and, VB needing, racking mediums walking the median rocking TN's high as helium, but watch your step, the city's live, protect your neck, i'm getting mine's.
( HOOK x2 )
Killing it , who are you? what you about?
We're killing it, Hell's Burn city of the south,
Killing it, olders, youngers, whoever,
We're killing it, Tornts and Doc Flea, end ya!
DR. FLEA: Its the doctor flea check how im operating, hit ya with a combination I don’t need a lock n key, I ain’t got an occupation everything I got for free, racked in my backpack stashed in the back of my dacks
I ain’t nothing but a common thief, straight past stay calm then I get to the talkin, make it up play dumb like I beeped when I walked in? so if its in ya store im takin it yeah, then Ima hit the legs like George st pierre, im that shifty spit that witty, I’m over ya head I drop airlines, no diss to the airline when i, fuck tyga but this rack city, one time on my watch while im watchin one time, I say it one time for the cops fuck you dumb swine, it’s hell in here hellsburn you aint welcome here, it’d be risky if im sippin the whiskey and I feel a bit tipsy of bellevedere, yo tornts I aint arrogant but fuck me, I’m the best up and comin rapper in the country.
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SAY NOTHING
produced by Tornts
HOOK x2
Say nothing, say nothing, no sound in the air, say nothing, nothing, no sound in the air.
Shut ya mouths i'm making ya feel real low, first album '03 i'm a maestro, you're a slug talking about bullets though, hella mutt bitch you is Bardot, i'm here looking to clear my path, brag about your lungs but you aint got heart, i know some bad types up on the earth, that'll use your head to train surf, keep my name out ya larynx, look it up, that's a vocal cord cuz is you a cunt? king of the hill, bringing the real, you a singular pill popper that chills begging for a deal, looking to kill never to heal you nibble and meal, but you biters copy me still, and that's it, what you got to say about it? chumps are parred i get my drinks shouted.
HOOK x2
Say nothing, say nothing, no sound in the air, say nothing, nothing, no sound in the air.
What you rap about? battles and combat? body bags and weapons up on facey chat? that's laughable bro a living joke, better use that money up for a life coach, hahaha, i laugh at ya shit with a Slick Rick tone, my bottle is a liquid home, and i don't want to see your dome, you couldn't get shine if you were dipped in chrome, i'll be lurking around here true to fact, rather say it out aloud then stab a back, i don't hang with munchkins with silly hats, dropped concrete slang and saw streets react, this is my life what you got to show, you're a scripted story I'm a doco, write doper than Miss Corby didn't you know, spit live for the glory and kill shows.
HOOK x2
Say nothing, say nothing, no sound in the air, say nothing, nothing, no sound in the air.
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LIFE
produced by Beat Butcha
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.
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THIS IS HG
produced by Tornts
feat. Bigfoot, Ciecmate, Billy Bunks, Murky, Diem
( HOOK x2 )
This is HG, no peace all war cunt cease ya folklore we bringing your downfall.
This is HG, no fakes no games no one flow the same Hired Goons know the name.
BIGFOOT: We don't give a fuck about your twitter followers or choreographers we're hired goons slang tycoons bar reservoir bottomless wax crate magnate rappers aint stopping us we don't even listen to your emo writtens you see our mission is complete demolition I'm an oil spill shifting through your fragile ecosystem and you're just another one of many millions of organisms swimming through the shit what a pitiful existence.
CIECMATE: Aint no questioning, I takes the best of em & make a mess of em, messing with Ciecmate's the death of em, they're less than men. I'm getting over you aint getting in, so notify your next of kin you know we hype like Ephedryn, giants like the Nephalim silence with your pestering, and fake pleas too coz HG crew's def to them, peace to my BTE bretheren, deading em, on some Nikola Tesla shit... Ya'll are Edison.
TORNTS: Drop my name in a convo better watch ya mouth, I live for this shit n spit for the fuckin louts, in the spots where ya nightmares are unspooling I'm Valhalla bound off the glory n looting, nothin to prove, whole lot to extort, export you , vessels into a dead port, imitators copy up, so pathetic, no heart cuz, crying for a field medic.
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BILLY BUNKS: I shit on your meal and piss on your garnish, sodden the leaves bon appetit roll up my sleeves then sink on a barmat. HG, you rappers are paisley patterned and margarets, snack on a parsnip you muppets, your Frank Koz i'm more rank cos that whore had all that snoz, i hit it regardless, you hid in the grass and piss in your garments, i'm drunken again cos i could afford it, heard they're packing a morgue out, shout out to all you aspiring corpses.
MURKY: Hired goons firepower to wipe out your platoon your entire crew suck dick and die soon, we've been getting fuckin sick and tired of you, your deadline to leave town expired at noon, i'd get to hopping cuz, pull them stockings up you don't want us to surround posse up and come door knocking blood, all you've ever done is copy us, what come rougher than a HG posse cut.
DIEM: Living per diem's had me chasing them dollars, notes change in my wallet, feel strange when you own them gold chains and don't floss 'em, one life one shot so make something of it, not your piece of cake so break something off it, it's always been basic logic, if it aint true then say nothing of it.
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FIRE
produced by Tornts
Living in the city of bricks and worn mortar, simply i squint through the mist and crawl forward, all the fallen, ghosts for eternity off the danger or meds, off they heads, no president, just a PM who speaks for no one that i know breathing, and i feel like the only real spitter in Australia talking truth, cos i aint about party raps punchlines or fitting in for the loot ( word brother true ) i've got some bad in me trying to get balance right, hit the henny thaw out the stalactites, seen plenty hit rack and turn shiest, chicks headies always come at a price, fight for your beliefs, everything is everything and nothing's out of reach.
HOOK x2
Fire, in the big smoke
Fire, that's what i wrote
Fire, char all my foes
Fire, i'm killing 'em slow
Pen extends like a night vision lens, writing foul english like the fuckin river Thames, no Benz no Beamer, so deep you'll get the bends you mosquito, no friends see bruh, that's how ya end, i've got brothers that have got my back if you send, but let's not descend, down that particular path, dog cops leave vehicular marks, if they pursue and tap when ya running, fuck a corrupt judge serve him a summons, kids on the pipe like plumbers, in two hunj runners that'll plunge you with cutters, end your summers, delete your numbers, and sell your phone to other gutter fuckers in the tundras, that's how it pans out sometimes, when antelopes bump into them sick lions.
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Melbourne rap heavyweight Tornts drops his latest release 'Street Visions. Its a highly evolved, focused and visual soundtrack to life in the city and it's streets and characters.
Full of life stories and descriptive rap narratives mixed over big world standard production 'Street Visions' is the sixth studio album in Tornts highly respected catalogue of ground breaking releases.
The lead single and video 'I Do This' produced by Dutch producer Ciph Barker, is a highly personal track where Tornts writes of his own life and struggles as well as those of others. The listener can tell they are in for an album that stands out on it's own in terms of it's depth and descriptive wordplay over world class beats.
The second single and video is the street anthem 'This Place' produced by Tornts himself, features rising dancehall/reggae artist Apprentice. For the first time, hard hitting Melbourne street rap has combined with underground dancehall/reggae to produce outstanding & classic results. Tornts raps 'We ain't living on the beach in Home and Away, there's poverty, homeless and strays' while Apprentice keeps up the relentless truth with a strong vocal style that hits the mark & stays on repeat in the listeners mind.
Other standout tracks on the album include the hard hitting trap single 'Dirty Town' which features Melbourne beatmaker Kharnivor on production. This introduces us to a world where 'Lost memories, bottleshop key rings, Lacoste crocodiles snap in a sea of sin'.
Fellow HG crew member & crowd favourite Diem shares the spotlight on the captivating song 'Dark Days' which contains an unmatched visual intensity that describes claustrophobic life in troubled times. Over a powerful, synth laden beat Tornts delivers visual lines 'In the abyss watch the vertigo, tortured souls like Guantanamo, ordered cold, that's the city bro, whore to hold, one fifty dough'
Famed UK producer Beat Butcha (Lloyd Banks, Prodigy) helps to deliver the monstrous anthem 'Life', which Tornts' aggres- sive yet steady flow is paired perfectly with. He also produced 'Killin' It' which sees BTE's newest rising star Dr. Flea stepping up to the mic with Tornts.
QLD dons Kings Konekted step up to smash guest verses on 'Out Here', rapping over slow Tornts melody driven trap produc- tion. The track is highly cinematic with lines by Tornts such as 'Rough little Conans, hating their old man's, and wishing for gold hands' setting up for an incredible track that showcases the standards that 'Street Visions' has risen to.
Tornts' crew, Hired Goons also feature on an epic banger called 'This is HG' cementing their status one of the most respected underground rap groups in the country.
The album is brutally honest and as visual as a motion picture, standing out on its own with an international standard of production, highly original content and delivery that is indicative of Tornts' style. 'Street Visions' is a definite evolution in his journey as an artist that's never been afraid to speak the truth about his life and the darker sides of society, while pushing boundaries with every release.
released October 18, 2013
