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1. |
sven's gate (intro)
00:41
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2. |
who me?
01:30
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a little naive, a little bit frightened,
little ill conceived, a lotta enlightened.
yo oaky whatcha writing?
yo oaky whatcha writing?
a little steamed, a little bit hiding,
little ill received, pause for each hyphen
digestible oak tree,
only one you’ll ever see,
providing shade for the all of these wallabies,
wannabe free?
pray and pay the lottery fee,
or make art outta pottery,
don't let any other otter bother me,
aggressive foes don't see the oddity in their mockery,
calmness is its own commodity,
alarm your wits with a whiff of cottage cheese,
jeeze
potent toking,
not knowing,
apprioate poet quips,
was nothing but bliss.
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3. |
spagett!
01:43
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shaking out my pee pee,
don't try deceive thee,
believe me like it's your favourite CD,
take it easy like the greedy,
a can of spam for barbara anne,
she lost a loyal and loving man,
did i mention that he had a tan? damn.
pharmacy pills for arteries ill will,
just a shill of what was,
tried to make a mill off pot nugs,
say it's not drugs, only gonna give the hot hugs,
called her special when he needed a boiled kettle,
told her to settle when she tried to settle and simmer,
summer's just around the corner,
no suprises as i warned ya, it's only gonna get warmer,
so i'm waiting on a swimwear sale,
buying only flippers and kale,
i will prevail, said the whale.
we've all got some to lose if the opponent has thunder moves,
water births could soon be all we ever do,
all we knew,
in a rude mood screwed nude in a pile of packaged food.
everything in my room is damp and wet,
a bit of phantom sweat,
i think we have tandem regret,
ever since opening up that can of spagett!
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4. |
meat & veg
02:26
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seperate meat and vegetables,
don't overheat edibles,
digestible when I've been a mule,
known to bend the rules,
and sometimes that's regrettable,
unsettle the schools, comes with dismembering a meddling fool,
activate my memory tool,
for the unforgettable,
the day they end it all,
the legend is no longer legible,
unacceptable,
to the a galactic medical,
with crying girls holding our dying world,
and parents teaching death,
It's the be all and end all,
everything is said to fall,
yet still act sensible,
potential for it all to be detrimental,
like a wrench in the works,
oozes stenches in bursts
mention the word and we’ll bend you the bird
flip a few too asking for liquor and brew
anything will do,
to help me lose my view
within my own avenue,
anything will do,
to help me lose my view,
two for you two,
losing our view
on in our own avenue,
what I do,
in the privacy of my Avenue is my problematic habit
scram w/ your democratic care package,
my whole fam shares one air mattress,
and we don't consider that a tad drastic,
we're more so mad at plastic,
so we dont wrap it, before with smash it,
call it a fantastic tactic
you could flip this into real estate, you could do a deal with my mate, you could both squeal first date,
cop a feel,
kiss envelope seal,
neither being has to reel,
And we contribute to the birth rate,
it feels like an absurd fate
to increase the earth weight,
an appealing piece of herd's bait,
is a burnt surf'n'turf steak plate,
fuck sake,
there's another knot in my belly
shucks mate
my room has rot which is smelly
pothead till he got cred
rock fed till she got meds,
a thought better not said,
shot zed now i can rock tech,
plot read so i know your not dead,
flip a few too asking for liquor and brew
anything will do,
to help me lose my view
within my own avenue,
anything will do,
to help me lose my view,
two for you two,
losing our view
on in our own avenue,
what I do,
in the privacy of my Avenue is my problematic habit
scram w/ your democratic care package,
my whole fam shares on old ass cabbage,
while I'm gearing up for my third marriage
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5. |
hearty (freestyle)
01:37
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6. |
lotta v
01:29
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back to old habits again,
high in the paddock with sven,
cautious of seeming glorious,
when enormous resources
point out my forest of flaws,
metaphor wars in hopes of settling scores,
rarely pause when face to face with father Claus ,
how'd do it jolly?
in attire similar to Wally,
minus the stripes,
cold arctic air must make your sinus ignite,
high as a kite
has me blabbering to my imagination,
ten figments whisper their fixations
with only a smattering of hesitation,
on a noble steed cantering from left field to right field,
centre pastures is where I activate my mind shield,
wits sheathed, till my lips creak, out some shit speech,
then I'm on the mend again,
fully equipped to end a friend,
with one mouthful of spittle.
it's just one mouthful of spittle,
that you could call venom!
quick grab your keys brah and head to the ER!
either that or flee far before your captured by these bars,
venom in my system,
resin firing out a piston,
you lying if you kissed him,
it'd be best if you don't listen,
venom in the system!
here,
have some venomous venison
for all y'all various vultures,
vocalising vulgar and vampiric
volleying vats of volcanic viscous,
vacuuming up villages of victorious vigilantes and vagabonds,
lotta v.
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8. |
bone
02:04
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she said we could bone alone in her home,
turned up
turned to stone
Ignored the phones tone among the company of a cone, like I'm in the zone,
turned to stone,
first time flipping into a pit of foam,
worst time realising I left behind my comb
first time bruising the bridge of my nose,
worst time dripping blood like a hose,
problems chase at rolley polley pace,
I evade like it a race to win mouldy grapes,
so not too fast at all,
I'm a bastard fool, who doesn't kick ass at pool, but thought hey Arnold's cool, blending in is the golden rule,
wanna watch me work it? google search it? smirk kid life is worth it, who knows if you revert to shit,
purpose seeking feels purposeless,
deep thinking uncovers a nervousness,
escaping for an urgent piss
answers are a fabrication, in jargon from our imagination,
I know nothing other than my frustration,
here is place, here is a destination
here is place, here's a vacation
I'm learning to love and hug, on an Persian rug
Im at her home all alone in the hope we could bone,
she saw me as unknown
I had grown,
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9. |
impressionable
01:11
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impressable to the point where weather meant mood,
lot of hours in the day
lot of misplaced refuge,
countless tasks for one to do,
content is skimming stones,
but for throwing I must move,
gotta move,
feel the groove,
wear a shoe,
no bare hooves
don't be aloof,
gotta do
what I do,
no snooze
strap ya boots
no bare hooves,
the dudes,
making moves,
gotta do
what he's gotta do,
every afternoon,
work w/ hired goons,
as starlit doom looms,
synchronised with farting baps and booms,
timely tooting w/ treacherous tutors,
kindly disputing w/ my exes current suitors,
job requirement, experienced karma sutras,
need a job in the near future,
time to learn the computer
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11. |
ego speaks thru mirrors
01:25
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heaven sent presents,
devon sent her essence,
if you’re in auckland you oughta catch that reference.
easy peasy squeeze me lemonade,
and I'll be level headed all day,
more likely to embezzle more pay,
which I'm more than likely to piss spray away,
watch it trickle down the bay,
mosh pit in my brain,
pass me the jay,
highlight how I'm right,
highlight my hindsight,
like highlight the part where I said why fight?
highlight what I write,
highlight this shy kite
highlight the breeze even when the skies bright
right? okay.
left at the lights,
handbrake cos it's tight,
left marks like a tombstone,
lest we forget who blew and who was blown,
the breeze is still stiff,
bring ease with yo lips,
ridiculous w/ these quips,
good business is $ mixtures for kids
and of course I'm located down the road from the high school,
my mates try to save hyrule,
while Gandalf repeats in cycles
fly fools! fly fools! fly fools!
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12. |
baloney rap (freestyle)
01:08
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13. |
rugby
01:52
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rugbys a real man's games,
don't be a afraid of a little pain
or damage to the brain,
at parties I get my friends friends in a headlock,
it's all fun and games like slapping your face with my cock,
make sure you bring your steel caps to the ruck,
and if he falls in the muck, trample the shmuck,
I like rugby this much.
I would say love but I don't know what that is,
everytime I seek it online I always get catfished.
eat a mild chicken curry and rub it down my belly,
fingers move in a flurry, look for replays on the telly,
lay flat on the couch in nothing but my stubbies,
i haven't been on the field for two years thanks to these bung knees..
dang. how'd this happen?
player of the day now has to take up rapping?
i'm the big dog who scores conversions through thick fog,
not to boast but, right between the posts
mouth guards for pussies so prepared to be fucked forcefully,
if you play like a rookie i'll bury you in autumn leaves,
run it straight to the chestplate,
last second switch and it's an elbow to your face,
oh you're bleeding profusely?
keep your jaw tight or i'll make it hang loosely,
me and the boys do things rudey and nudey
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referee
02:12
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she calls the shots
has me calling the cops
she calls the shots
nobody call the cops
it's just this referee
she gets to me
it's just this referee
gets to me
the only game i play is empathy
referee calls it readily,
she got recipe for serenity
ingredients involve you and me
mius our sweaty and grubby tee
lovely,
watch her ref the rugby,
cuddly after a massage to the bum most bubbly,
it's all that fitness,
believe me im the witness,
if it her at the open door,
you can bet that she's keeping score,
it's this referee,
is restricting me
it's just this referee
is rescriting me
the referee's restricting me
referee y u gotta do that?
referee this aint a cool fuckin clap
referee i dont wanna high five that guy
referee fuck you
red card
fuck you
fuck fuck fuckfuck
and now i'm on the sideline
all i can think is she damn fine
im on the sideline
i'm tryna hide my shame
referee took me outta the game
the referee she gets to me
it's just this referee
this referee is restricting me
it's just this referee
the referee, she get to me
the referee, restricts me
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15. |
sven's cafe (interlude)
00:33
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16. |
one 2 many coffee
01:12
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one 2 many coffee,
had me nonstop coughing,
got me quarantined,
for dropping out gas of the diseased bean,
overdosed on Moldy toast,
not to boast, but I thought it'd be a unique way to go,
like what'd ya reckon bro?
the other place, the under world,
devil's face shines with bright pearls,
he laughs cos he apparently stole my girl,
yet to understand she's not property
like a car you'll take on a whirl,
she won't twirl in a tango w/ you,
or deal w/ ur mangled dangle
like
you should try sucking that shit in,
it's much more flattering to not see exactly whats happening,
behind the scene,
behind the curtain,
behind the factory wall,
behind green screens,
behind the wheel swerving,
behind the pot of gold,
you don't wanna know
and that's exactly why u don't
not fronting
not discussioning
not accustomed to budging
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17. |
*open up w/ calum lyall
02:20
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wanna regulate?
01:46
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most cats wouldn't of spat rap to that,
half a cup of sauce and bored thoughts
half as hard as his master arts,
doesn't take a stance people's screams don't raise alarms,
hearts held in arms, with these wine red palms
freestyle scientifically,
literally seek guidance spirituality,
infinitely guessing, with a continuous suggestion,
from all sorts of relatives,
they all seem to know how the hell it is,
well equipped w/ a smirky quip,
I say I work at the pool, y'all ask about perky tits,
I say I don't see shit after about thirty fids,
it's called working shifts,
could call its murder to my wits,
yo shut up
here's a fresh kinda burger for those lips,
rockets ships over politics,
throwing bricks over mountain trips,
it's trailer park bliss,
taking sips
of that trailer park bliss,
the bacon grease drips,
in the trailer park bliss
wanna educate,
also wanna mend a mate
wanna mediate,
also wanna end a crate
wanna set a date,
but I'm always fucking late
everyday delay,
some could say,
found it hard to regulate
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22. |
firefighter
01:52
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sometimes things get topsy Turvey,
waiting on someone to serve me
a curvy stuffed toy Kirby,
so I can have a tight cuddle,
fit right into the snuggle,
wrap me up in a bundle
of sticks, blankets, leaves and trinkets,
yo drink this,
and feel all sorts superstitious,
suspicious of your mrs or misters,
listeners tuned in to one frequency
that resembles dishonesty,
try amend mistakes with dense discography
and you thought you could never bother me?
well that's astonishing,
you see these trophies I'm polishing,
this is acceptance I'm honouring,
no defence mechanism requiring countless hours of labouring,
just tight lipped bubbleheads neighbouring,
my ever aging skin,
real time wrinkling during the off days I'm stinkin ,
more off than on, scoffed through porn,
holding my soft corn cob,
mama might just know I'm a born slob,
mama does know I've ignored god,
mama didn't know I'm an engorged blob,
spraying away potential opportunities,
but understand if it feels right I'll sacrifice my immunity,
only I get me,
occasionally I don't get me,
but mostly only I get me,
so let me be what I'll be,
Sunday morning all seedy,
burning tracks to cds,
don't you see?
it's easy for me to be me,
hold on tight to the clothes straight out of the dryer,
conceal bare skin by igniting a marijuana fire,
if all goes wrong,
clutch a little tighter,
if all goes wrong,
call a fire fighter,
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23. |
wednesday wait for f8
01:50
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rapping up for heating,
rieslings not only in evenings,
and somehow it’s pleasing,
just for a minute or two,
i’m a winner among bong fumes,
cooking us all dinner in the wrong room,
veggies boil in the dresser,
speggeti bubbles where you knock before you enter,
passwords aren’t nessacery when a smile accommodates,
struggle with naive mistakes and hope my trust skill escalates,
my belly must be suppressed if I hesitate
held hostage till i receive the dossier to my fate
what a wait,
took too long
bought a crate
forgot to wait,
hooks to songs,
what a fate
predetermined to be accept her grasp without squirming,
learning that maybe acting all concerning might be hurting,
with precision of the surgeon, sewing instead of burning,
loves to be loving, when holding a disease like he’s vermin
with rudimentary knowledge on how to recycle
pinecone with a scalpel starting slicing for oaky vitals,
pocketed the heart and skipped away to his hidey hole,
now oaky only feels something after a mighty bowl
what a wait,
took too long
bought a crate
forgot to wait,
hooks to songs,
what a fate
another morning bake,
can fate be delayed?
most defiantly grumbles the space,
where my stomach once stayed
where the birds and bees play
always have something to say
it’s always the same
ándale ándale ándale
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24. |
unravelling (freestyle)
03:34
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25. |
latenight song 4 me
01:46
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rap w/ attitude
receive gratitude,
like that's it dude
over that'll do,
made pennies through
many a ragged mood,
bagging food,
catch a few
from the managements nagging hoove,
feel the hatchet move,
swing,
slicing strings to superstar dreams,
seven guitars scream
had the whole bar sing,
and that’s the darn thing,
when the approach is alarming,
it’s neither charming or calming,
the audience is emotionally disarming
liable to make the hatchet move,
leave a scratch or two,
perhaps fracture and bruise,
only knew once used,
and the truths were in fact their own proof,
the good goof
got on aloof,
only a tad uncouth,
when jumping through the hoop
oops i split whipisee milk froth down my front,
scoops of chocolate powder spread around my junk,
the audience laughs because accidents are entertainment,
but i aint seen a single payment,
it's just the way it went
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26. |
farewell (1/2 outro)
00:40
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like a slug that used to have a shell,
accommodated to the status of well,
freewritten, clean spitten,
rap a home run, still hittin,
till other cats lack saliva from dribbling,
sinking and swishing,
thinking and wishing,
for some employment.
gotta see the world or deal with the annoynace,
of never knowing alot,
all these robots make my mind rot,
don't wanna be no i cyclops,
it's the most basic baseline of pleasure,
to say it's fine during stormy weather,
pour more wine, yet to feel better,
willful with the leisure, never meant to upset ya,
forever say forever
atleast when it's bad,
i tend to flow
atleast when it's sad
i tend to let go
atleast when it's bad,
i tend to flow
atleast when it's sad
i tend to let go
and the old horse needs a new WOF
everytime i try talk i always cough
it's good to record in my subconcious
it helps me get away from all the nonsense,
alligator skin boots,
i've got all this zoot to boot for loot,
so put your coin in the hat.
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oaky Auckland, New Zealand
weary eyed poet who wants to be welcoming
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