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Can someone tell me what it means to be Australian?
coz i for one, feel like i’m failing.
All i see is racism and greed prevailing,
the sickness grows from all the hate that we’re inhaling
Some of the population are fit like Adonis
but most Aussies are thick and abhorrent.
Leaders slap backs with the fat cats up in towers,
misspend public funds abuse their powers.
We have a misplaced sense of freedom,
free to succeed but free from reason.
We shun the poor and those who protest,
we love the law because it knows best.
Rates of suicide are so high.
So many alive feel dead inside.
Darth Murdoch serves another lie,
It’s no wonder kids smoke all that ice to get high...
WE DON'T CARE, BECAUSE LIFE'S TOO EASY
WE JUST SIT AND STARE, AND WE'VE BECOME SO NEEDY
IT'S SO UNFAIR HOW WE ACT SO GREEDY
WE TAKE MORE THAN OUR SHARE, AND LEAVE THE LAND BLEEDING
Far too many think that politics is boring,
Police state growing, everyone is snoring.
Addicted to brands and promotions,
Buy that useless shit, choke up the oceans.
You want your life easy and cheap,
But everyone needs somewhere to sleep
Our privilege comes with consequences,
Instead of helping we build higher fences
Some philosophies through the bong smoke,
And whinge about the system but you don’t vote!
Lazy spiritool, rastafar-white
You're lack of engagement has helped the rise to the far right
Politicians serve corporate interests
Treat our indigenous worse than prisoners.
Cut the land for metals and energy
And white out this nation’s black memory.
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Smokescreen (prod Stix)
03:01
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I peer through the Smokescreen, looking at reality
My mind wide open coz man I can feel the gravity
Insanity, that is driven by the vanity
Of a lasting legacy left by humanity.
Lessons of the past not applied to the future,
The infection began deep within the suture.
The wound hasn't healed, watch the sickness spread
As the rivers dry up and run thick with red.
The vision of cataclysm, held tight within 'em
The vision takes shape but breaks from the schism.
Lost is assured when the might is aligned,
They don't occupy a place they occupy you're fucking mind.
We need changes, coz our phrases are frameless,
Some can't face this: Power is faceless.
So more than ever, we need to cure this disease
And change the way we view our own species.
We need more than TVs to see we can't spread like lice.
Enjoy the sea-breeze coz the air we breathe well it soon won't taste very nice.
We need direct action, we're way passed the crunch-time,
The joke is on us but we're still waiting for the punchline
It's lunchtime, but there's nothing to eat
Enjoy the heat, as you struggle to sleep.
Riddim's coming hard! This one’s stinking!
System got us locked down, many men sinking
Watch them run around, unaware, blinking
Open up your mind time to start thinking!
You're lost, you're dreaming and scheming but not believing
That even the smallest actions matter to them seeking higher meaning
Greedy men seemingly fuel the fiending that streaming til the breathing of the heathen's is heavin' and uneven.
Even when the chip are down, sound advice gets flipped around
High hope crash then burn as they hit the ground
Our place on this Earth, it can't go in reverse
It's always less for better, it's always more for worse.
We rode for free with the air of entitlement
Soberly we overly boast of enlightenment
The bright light hits blurring the acknowledgement
And leaving us wondering where the fuck all of the knowledge went.
Time waits for no one to to rise to the occasion,
Surrender is not part of the equation
So many of us need to act with distinction or march down the path to our own extinction.
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The Box (prod Stix)
03:46
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I spit molten rock, let the lava flow
Flames from my lungs, coming to melt your afterglow
So many hardly know: the price of your vice
Is creating a life that cannot survive
Take what we want, til there’s nothing to take
Break everything, til there’s nothing to break
The back of the slave, bends out of shape
While the belly of the rich man never knows ache
The time has come, we must awake
And stop the thieves, before they escape
With all the loot, they mould the dollar sign
But the dollar’s fine riding high on it’s borrowed time
Until the crash, watch the bubble burst
The fire burns bright on it’s troubled hearth
Clearing that rubbled Earth, we making way
It’s progress: and we all getting pay
DON'T THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX
IT'S SAFE TO HIDE IN FLOCKS
WE ARE THE RABBITS RUNNING TRYING TO HIDE FROM THE FOX
The mic explodes, when I spit that rhyme
I'm bringing a sonic boom, working it double time
Open up you eyes, now see that brighter ray
Our space in this place, needs a lighter way
Lateral thinking, many men are drinking
Drunkenly dancing as the ship is sinking
The seas are rough, some of them go overboard
Dancing til they drown out all of their sober thoughts
The lunatics now run the ward
They’ve overrun the overlord
So look to the stars, to see whose in charge
Then see who still stands up in the aftermath
Our bridges burning, the tide is turning
Learning there’s no need to subdue our yearning
For the next expense, many men look so tense
Their commonsense, tells them to stay within the fence
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Greenie (prod Stix)
04:19
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Well I vote green and I smoke green, smash beers and love the blue meanies
I’m a greenie getting so high I’m doing drive byes with a true blue genie
See me stumbling mumbling getting in all sorts of trouble and
pissing off the publican coz I’m acting like a grub again
General degenerate, spittin' some hippie rhetoric
Engage menace mode like Dennis bro, pissing on your etiquette
Rehearse my words so the verse is immersive
With the bird like a verb so my curse is absurdist
Live like a minimalist spitting the illest of tricks, I flip lids dip shits get hit with a brick
More than a rebel MC, the devil revels in me and jump up puts the pedal to the metal in me
You can call me the Prince of Rinse coz I’ve been been minced since way back whence
I’m the kind of guy leaving the mic so hot the next MC melts off their fingerprints
EENIE MEENIE MINIE MO, I'M A GREENIE GRIMEY BRO
AND I'M BUSTIN' THE DAMN WALL WHILE A WEAK MC COMES IN BRINGING THEIR TINY FLOW
I GOT THE MANOEUVRE LIKE A DAMN HOOVER, I CLEAN MIRROS LIKE A MAID
NEVER TIRED SON, THESE IRON LUNGS WILL SPIT FLAMES ALL OVER YOUR RAVE
When the bassline coming in my head'll roll over
Using the double time lines slaying any poser
Flows so frozen head to the toes and
Sit on top of the drop when the bomb’s exploding
Gotta rhyme scheme like Kai Greene
Keep my eyes clean with the Vizine
This hype in the art staying true to the beat
Coz I’m stomping so hard that I’m bruising my feet
I’ll smack your pack make the wack back track
Spitting a fact and bringing truth to the act
I’m so phat my lines fly you off the see-saw
See me on the d-floor blowing like C4
Or u on stage going nuts on the mic
Maintain the rage when I’m blazing the hype
Bro you're not an MC you’re a wack actor
The kind of cat who belongs on X factor
None of these MCs have bars anymore
They dribble their little riddles then they *hicup* many more
Spoon fed rich kids spoilt little brats
Acting like lions when they’re really pussy cats
Singing about cash, cash, money, money, guns, hoes ain’t it funny
How many rappers try act like the game ain’t scummy
Every shitty rapper wanna rap like this
Acting like each other so I’m gonna take the piss
I’m like Nastro, you’re like Leggera
I’m Dwayne Johnson, you’re Michael Cera
The only man I battle is the man up in the mirror
So I jump up on a riddim and I get my mind clearer
Don’t wanna be a hero but neither a zero
Wanna be the best MC around here though
So I'll keeo working hard on my game
And leave you all chasing that stardom and fame
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I’ve been doofing for years, I roll in with stuffed animals
There’s no rules to this, so I wrote The Cooker’s Manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to have
The best time possible and not fuck up like a spaz NUMBER
Number 1: Set up your tent before you get on it
Coz sleeping on the ground is really really fucking horrid
And doing things wasted makes them so much harder
And a good home base makes everyone a lot calmer.
2. Bring heaps of snacks to eat
Food in ya tummy’s comfy, like shoes on your feet
And even if they don’t get eaten coz you’re too deep in the sesh
Save them for the trip home, and keep the driver fresh
3. Every night try and get a bit of sleep
Or you might pass out somewhere baking in the heat
And sleep deprived minds find madness quite easily
And once they’re off an running they defy all reasoning
4. Check the quality of your score
Maybe there’s a reason no one’s seen that colour of powder before
5. A pro-tip: Lighter on a String
Coz you will never find your lighter no matter how many you bring
6. Some chicks get out their tits to feel great, bro
It doesn’t mean she wants to root you and your mate though
7. Keep hydrated, bring a reusable bottle
Coz you need to keep up with the fluids when you’re hitting the throttle
Old Mate H2O is the go when you’re up and on a roll
Coz you can’t replace that sweat you leak with alcohol
8. You will always be late and always lose a mate
So make a dancefloor meet spot and leave the rest to fate
9. Please, be safe with what you’re taking
Don’t be a hero, coz no one ordered the burnt bacon
The authorities are waging a war on this shit
The last thing the scene needs is any more statistics
10. This rule is by far the most important
Leave no trace, means taking away everything that you brought in
That means all your rubbish, toys, decorations
If you brought it in take it out, end of conversation
Follow these tips you’ll have a mad sesh for days
It’s a playground for adults we’re all welcome to play
Don’t be a cunt and try not to shit yourself
Show some love for the land and everyone else
Peace, Love, Unity and Respect
These foundations are set as we all intersect
My advice is just do you coz you do
The best version of yourself, no one else can do you
Make some noise if you've been to Seshlehem, make some noise if you like a phat bassline...
...make some noise if you're a dirty trashbag!
.......it is what it is, and that’s the way we like it
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Dyzlexic Melbourne, Australia
Dyzlexic is the most versatile vocalist in the Australian bass music scene. For over a decade and a half he has amped up
crowds across the country with his versatile skills and infectious stage presence. He is best known for hosting some of Melbourne’s biggest drum‘n’bass and dubstep parties as the resident MC for Twisted Audio and Dark Riddims.
Watch this space for further solo releases.
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