1. |
SIGIL
01:46
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2. |
MYTH
03:49
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Pissing in the Fowler, did it live
When I lived by Howler, the Caroma met my eye
I felt like a woman, niggas told me I should smile
When I dipped my foot in, I disturbed the crocodile
Out there for a boogie, I was looking at a pile
Spitting fucking loogie and we’re moving to real life
Then I said “excuse me”, I must not have heard you right
Cunts are fucking choosy, must have had it pretty nice
Cunts are fucking loony, thought I saw the lunar rise
And I’m stupid, feeling goofy, fortunately didn’t drive
And my fortune is elusive, maybe one day we’ll be fine
And they’re cutting back protrusions, didn’t want to be that guy
When you tell them how to do it, cunts will lose it at the sky
And I know the feeling too: when you’re praying and it’s quiet
And it’s life but niggas knew it, no use acting like a child
I did what I could do
Since it was sunny, made a dial
When it’s there in front of you
Running to your doom
Thought I thought it through
Cunts are fucking rude!
None of them talk my language
None of them cracked my code
Wrote it down for my grandkids
Learned the script from my folks
None of this shit was average then
On me, shit no can grow
Found us some peace on further lands
But they need us back home
I built my wings with wax
If the sun drowns when he heads down, that’s that
And it is what it is, but the wind saw me flap
Fucking drifted a bit, had to sift through the stack
And my liver is sick, got the gift from the pack
I was dodging that shit ’til I grew to a man
There’s a curl to the lip but I kept to the track
For a sec, for a bit, I avoided a clash
And I did what I did for the sake of the cash
For my girl from the ‘mish where she’s not going back
For the pearl in our grip, had to fuck up the clam
Haven’t made one wish, doesn’t work like that
‘Round 2006, working for my old man
In containers shipped off the coast: Docklands
And the fragrance sickening, smelling like trash
And the pace keeps quickening
Who could relax?
None of them talk my language
None of them cracked my code
Wrote it down for my grandkids
Learned the script from my folks
None of this shit was average then
On me, shit no can grow
Found us some peace on further lands
But they need us back home
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3. |
PURGATORY
03:31
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Suppose I let it ventilate
Bouncing off the walls
Could almost hook me up to generate
Currents you could store
What I saw from washing dinner plates
Rinsing off the sauce
First a cleanse, then for better change
Did it for the cause
Since it’s purgatory anyway
Lessen your remorse
All my ethnics making lemonade
Spreading the resource
You’d think it over if you demonstrate
I might bring a torch
Set the Porsche dealership aflame
Fuck out of the North!
Let out sigh, out sorrow
Don’t ask why, why you think I know?
Sword in sky, I feel like Zorro
I said “bye, see you tomorrow”
See you here next week again
Scream into void, I’m super saiyan
Could list your choice: you act, you pay
I’ve been annoyed but not that way
I’m seeping coin and not that phased
I missed the point back in the day
I miss that boy who had no place
I had to grow up, find my way
Don’t blame me
Poking the bear
Drinking tea
Running on E
And I’ve been there
Don’t think I need you
Made with cedar
Roots burrow deeper
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4. |
CYA (ft. ZK king 劉)
03:28
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[ZK king]
I stood too long like this
Now the wind is really changing
Got me existential crisis, don’t know where my head is
Market me like back of novels in apocalypse
Barely time just skip to substance
Bun it down, run along, re-up
Analogue moving like FIFA
Done a lot within my years
I’m not trying to hang around, CYA
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5. |
LASER GRID
03:34
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Wellness smasher
No-one else absorb my matter
Dawn in Eltham
Laid down, sat up
I don’t need claws on my hammer
Sometimes heard my call and ran off
Smoke within my walls show
Laser grids and patterns
On tiptoes, might fall
My lips sing though yawns
Played that spliff like strings, like horns
Who’d think to rip that string, that cord?
You’d think I’d wish it out my jaw
Whole city noisy from the talk
Could need an ointment for the scald
It’s looking boisterous from the porch
Trials and cloisters, glyphs on doors
Clouds bring with moisture, don’t get caught
I’m hearing voices in my pods
Jumping at noises, run don’t walk
Trials and cloisters, glyphs on doors
Clouds bring with moisture
Some shit runs its course
Wellness smasher
No-one else absorb my matter
Dawn in Eltham
Laid down, sat up
I don’t need claws on my hammer
Stop first, check my left and right
Staring down the vehicle as it switches sides
I already know what’s resting on its mind
I don’t want to go that way
No, not tonight
I don’t want to go away, just started life
Got my bag, my dime piece
Yeah, I’m satisfied
Wellness smasher
No-one else absorb my matter
Dawn in Eltham
Laid down, sat up
I don’t need claws on my hammer
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6. |
PROCESS (ft. Realname)
02:52
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[Teether]
Had to laugh ‘cause shit wasn’t funny
Wiping my nose off, shit got runny
Otherwise I’d doze off, buddy
West side of Brunny where my bones stopped struggling
When I got my own docs, shit was lovely
Skinned like the cow was
Not me, lucky!
Called by a rogue cop to search me or something
Dodging those flames since back with the bunsen
Days of judgement
When you can’t shrug it
Pain in myself went away with the substance
Pay uncommon
And it can’t wait, I had to get something
Look in my face
I’m fucking losing my faith
And we’re so far, far away from the lake
And it got harder as we got safe
And we went harder to spite the delay
[Realname]
Live alone just below the middle, squat
Brittle home for the grotty quitter, spot
Listen closely for folky pickle, what
Wrote the devil if he don’t bring fiddle to negotiations then I won’t be civil God
Hit the road upon yolkey eggshell, stop
Wish for upskill in woven riddles, lost
In the moment always rode a cycle off
Hit the podium coz I’m owed a nickle, cop
Nickelodeon and broken people, not
Grown a little since oldies shrivel, just
Sit a throne with a croaky swivel, cough
Switch a phone off like shows beginning, got
Triple 0’d again for mobile issues
Hospital loathing in sober pickle, fuck
Tickle dope out a coping kegel,
Nostril a load from the mortar pestle, pop
Pill and mosey on ignore the kettle…
Lick the sodium and throat a little cup
Bit some lemon didn’t throw my dinner up
Off the wagon tired pony settled, path
Isn’t lonely if I call it Jeckyl but
Shit is over if the potion dwindle
Addiction holds me like mother didn’t love
Addiction told me that’s gods forgiven us.
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7. |
POUND (ft. Sevy)
02:52
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[Teether]
Somewhere I’m not trying to go
Six below
It looks hectic through the periscope
Niggas know
Fuck from ‘round me you don’t care to grow
Said it so
Even then, hope we’re let alone
Bear a load hefty
Parallel Red Betty
Test the physical
Niggas not ready:
I’m not feeling well
Cold, stressing about the parables
Gold incidentally invisible
And no confetti
Just when life got steady
God hopped down
Caved my head in with one pound
[Sevy]
???
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8. |
INSTRUCTIONS
03:04
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Kicked off in the mound
Fucking stomping around
Frog in the mouth
Hell fauna around
Swarm and the hounds
Stories, accounts
What the storage allows
Drop anything, gotta play ball when it bounce
Got medicine that the docs don’t know about
So effortless, universe sorting it out
I plead with it, so it couldn’t turn me down
Think it heard me now
I’m separate, never been in those bounds
But I heard it out
I heard they’re talking about you
I don’t feel nothing about you
Just met bruz and we’re talking Bantu
“Muli bwanji, mulamu"
WhatsApp call from my uncle
“What’s up on that side of the juncture?”
Don’t remember what I asked you
Felt like Thug when she fuck my tattoos
My girl acts like Ta-tu
Not gonna get us off our own two
All the things she said, I won’t tell you
Eyes open when I achoo
Watch out, some people forge their values
I’m spilling raw corpuscles
We can’t afford to be subtle
Got more knots in my muscles
M3, next to the freeway
Back in the day, went blonde like Cissé
He say more like Frank
Either way, got no bucks in the bank
I’m trying to up my francs
Black dog, I don’t fuck with France
Black dog made me sad
Stuck in the past, I’m Superman
I plead with it, so it couldn’t turn me down
Think it heard me now
I’m separate, never been in those bounds
But I heard it out
Pulled it out then
Fuck up my corral there
Did a pout
Bet life will sort it out
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9. |
RENO
03:51
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Holding up my ticket at the raffle
One apothecary hauling shit within a satchel
Who it is depends on what it is that caused the battle
2AM or thereabouts I ordered the falafel
Don’t know where my whereabouts, I sat atop the saddle
Boat, no fucking paddle
Braces on the gap tooth
At the Cenno centre out necessity, I scrambled
Like my rents I reno’d with a remedy, I had to
Rossoneri, Cafu
Formation, at back too
Felt it in my skin, it’s a sting akin to tattoo
All it seemed to be was many voices talking at you
Crawling, centipede
I freeze the lagoon and its liquid
Whose helicopter over me maintaining angles?
These traits embedded in my genes, I free and wrangle
Stuck up in the tower for some hours
Felt like Tangled
Hunger was devoured by the powers
Kept a sample
Red and turned it louder
I got sour and it’s ample
Shit was looking dour
I allowed it and I’m thankful
Frantic, hid the powder
Could be cowardice or hazard
That’s the older me: I need tangible matter
If we had cash, we could get it all built
If we get the grant, we could get it on film
Drifted like Tokyo
Nose wide, I’m a black guy Pinocchio
White lie, I got plans, I’m not gonna go
No type, Sremmlife in my pheromones
Nose dive, all that gravity has gotta go
Any pandering is stored inside the collarbone
Niggas rambling again on not a lot of coke
With my family and them, cut it to the bone
My analysis and stare were still holding on
Held the balance in the air, I’m the only son
The establishment was bare, didn’t notice one
We established that in there, shit is going on
And we carried on
We, proletariat
Tomb not a pyramid
“Boom”, go experiments
Fuck your experience!
If we had cash, we could get it all built
If we get the grant, we could get it on film
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