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Mad Dog Morgan FEAT. SAV182 (PROD. SYRYUS)

IGTV clip: https://www.instagram.com/p/CRtPysngAU0/
available on YT: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJB9itI6LfA&ab_channel=KILLTRAVIS
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Bushman One-Take (PROD. SYRYUS) IGTV VIDEO OUT NOW

White T FEAT. DAYZEYA (PROD. SYRYUS)

No Flockin RMX FEAT. SAV182 [SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE] (BONUS TRACK)

CHAMPIONSNIFF BELT [SYRYUS VIP] (PROD. SYRYUS)

MIX/MASTER: BEAMAH
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
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GreyMen FEAT. SAV182 (PROD. SAV182)

Make sure yas are pumping this one
MIX/MASTER: SYRYUS
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
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Speed Trap - SYRYUS X KILL TRAVIS (PROD. SYRYUS)

MV: https://youtu.be/hyAx1Y3GBL8
BURZUM sampled. i have always condemned and will always condemn white supremacy in any and all of its forms.
MIX/MASTER: SAV182
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
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Greenssspines And Ash Phalt - MUSIC VIDEO OUT NOW (PROD. SAV182)

IRON MIC REMIX OF " I REALLY MEAN IT " BY THE DIPLOMATS
MIX/MASTER: SYRYUS
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
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I Really Mean It RMX [SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE]

hold your breath when the woods tell you shush
MIX/MASTER: SYRYUS
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
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BUSH BUSH FEAT. FAMINE (PROD. SYRYUS)

MIX/MASTER: SYRYUS
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

Treetop (PROD. SAV182)

MIX/MASTER: SYRYUS
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
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(Silver necklace, waiting for it to tarnish)
(Dirty metal on us and my china got the hard fish)
(New news, haven't even got over the last shit)
(Out grafting, long and slender bastard)

Check behind your mirror in those apartments
Tunnel behind your cabinet, pinch bots and Targin
Crack through your face then they barge in
As I watch with grey pallor, looming and Martian
See me eating blood orange in the grass with the Woodwose
Know you could never truly understand, but you should know
Every night put myself on the cook-stone
Go earching through books and tomes
Tryna make my own ochre bones, like revive the Red Lady
Go home, now you know I don't act on the net baby
Mineshaft hoard, something shocking for cunts to find while caving
Greenstone scalp scrapers for a facelift
Smooth blackthorn club, back to basics
Get hit with that shillelagh, bitch
Push one's mind to back of the head like a K sniff

Tryna survive in the glade with a blade 
Is the sacred and profane, not a game
Don't play 'cause you can look north-ways from your door, mate
See Travis out crouching in the ogfay 

Silver necklace, waiting for it to tarnish
Dirty metal on us and my china got the hard fish
New news and I haven't even got over the last shit
So I'm out prowling, long and slender like a garfish
Silver necklace, waiting for it to tarnish
Dirty metal on us and my china got the hard fish
New news, haven't even got over the last shit
Out grafting, long and slender bastard

HOARD (PROD. SYRYUS)

Music video: https://youtu.be/63gClda-xOU
MIX/MASTER: SAV182
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
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Leave a couple pulls in every spliff for my ancestors
And one each, it's my brother's and my sister's
No one else gives libation sacrifice any more, I'll go the distance
I can tell they want more, but they get what they're given
In the club, big bags full of kit-kat-kitten
Smoking in the park, feel my face straight switching
Third person view, doesn't feel like I'm winning
Ever felt lifetimes go by, then you're right back where you're sitting
Killing off of zip raw, STI Levorg
Gilbert Road milk-bar, hypnos, shouts out to Maundz
In unbalanced times and the clan's clutching on swords
I remember studying the grass under paperbarks
Tryna ignore flak copped in the yard
And now, no one says anything with heart
'Cause they can see I'm looking to start
And it gets hard, especially when they know what you're holding
My mates well above the pay-grade, any dramas we're solving
I'm documenting this wasteland, looking like a skinny Judge Holden
Mount Evelyn myth, yeah, he came in out the cold man
Remember meeting that bloke years ago when I was riding the old trams
Stayed with me, saw the jacks drop him on his head
With his pockets full of nuts and bolts and
Brown gold sand, falling down the face as I climb across the bluff
Pedos can get popped through the throat with the litterbugs, bra

On a date with fate and I need a condom
Pad myself against misfortune, put some cotton on
You're stupid if you think we'll progress past wanting what others got
Like the bird thinks I wanna steal its moth
That's why we all plot against plots
Explains the way I stay dodging cops
Tipping his bottle up
Sipping hand sanitizer, outside the bottle-shop
Rough faces, this stubble doesn't come off
I've said it was over, but I just flicked another couple bottles off
Mazel tov, dog
Couldn't handle a day from my POV
I had a wish, then it was
Sav tries to show me it was the gods
I'm undiluted, like shining-moon shots
Judge Holden archon, no man of the cloth
I was dreaming of Gaul while you kids pissed your cots
Like lad, on you trot
I'm the engineer, you're just a cog

Skinny Judge Holden - MUSIC VIDEO IN DESC (PROD. SAV182)

Kill Travis, Syryus : Melbourne Australia w/ elcammgguod : Blantyre Scotland
MIX/MASTER: SYRYUS
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
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BROWN IVY FEAT. elcammgguod 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿x🇦🇺 (PROD. SYRYUS)

MIX/MASTER: SAV182
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
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GALE FEAT. SAV182 (PROD. SAV182) [SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE]

shoutout MAREK DAVID
MIX/MASTER: BEAMAH
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
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You coming across brash, I'm a barracuda at the drop off
Don't hand me sweaty cash lad, why's the dosh hot
Lips locked but I get about as a judgey cunt
So careful what you spout like a budgie bra
Used to send soaked paper in the post
Now it's ancient symbols on consignment
Me and MD, we're self aggrandising
Go get some leads, you might catch a sighting
He's shifting nearer through the tundra, white sea
Or could find yourself staggering out from under gum trees
Wish and hoping it was all delirious dreams

Watch where you goin, hungry clay of the dry-out creek
Sucks at feet same as giant leech
Or get gulped by the thaw slush melt
End up in a museum like a boar tusk helm
I got lots more to tell, come dive, need no mask or bell
Through complots we'll delve
So many white Os dacked and dealt
I granted myself a championsniff belt
I'm feeding on fungi while fungi feed on you
So what's that make you cuzzy? Some ring-worm food
Blow fly insect fuck in your piss-take skin suit

Like throwing petrol off the roof
Fire unleashed cleans, I'm living proof
My five eights, chinas, mates, my droogs
We're dug in deep like a fort or roots
I've got a black lake in my eye
Don't look too deep, might start to cry
I've got a black lake in my eye
Don't look too deep might start to cry

Everyone already knows 'bout my belt
Exile celt in Aussie panther pelt
Might be archaic but this glaive is still apotropaic
Get skewered, dragged upon the dais by chanting magus
On exchange speaking Gaelic
Tells a tale but you don't really want him to say it
Staffs, sickles and silvery bushland
Druids out at Anglesea making a stand
I eat raw lorikeets in the sand
Your meat all comes out a can
Embezzling gnosis of the local region
One on every continent, hebdomads thieving
Ineffable like Leviathan rhombus
Measure my skull, muse bout its contents
More ominous than a long text
I arrive in the night, gnashing with bong breath

Boar Tusk Helm (PROD. BEAMAH)

Music video: https://youtu.be/8yepcXXNPeo
MIX/MASTER: SYRYUS
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

Seeker on expedition across the realm
Far from the home of gum trees and yabby shells
Elixir and powder, not only for oneself
Many years to come near to complete the spell
Take a pick to gargantuous tumulus
Kurgan must hold the most rare of grave goods
Intoxicating skull of Basileus
Imbued with Nikephoros' rage, make drink hiss
Goblet that's posthumous, break into a cavity
Crypt that's opulent, the traveller all raggedy
Followed the document, tryna affect him massively
Crafted in a rotten tent, treasure from casualty

Pick strikes stone, doom in its peal
Once again the tomb is open, broke its seal
Break and enter, see what's revealed
Handles of silver, blades of Damascus steel
Steppeman's helm atop a carved bust
Plate Bulgar shield, only seen one such
Among crown jewels sits Krum's cup
Vessel of the Khan, a prize of dumb luck
Potion first to enter the argent-rimmed skull
Then powders stirred in, bubbles form as it mulls
Mix coming to a fierce boil 'fore it dulls
Cup upheld, myriad thoughts intrude the lull

Fumes hit 'fore lips touch the cranium
In an instant, overcome with a mania
Despite mind become legion, a sip remains salient
Did he mistake what makes up Arcadia?
His self falling away into byzantine fractals
Then broke and sequestered in tesseract-shaped castles
Kept behind walls all sculpt from time, not basalt
Held forevermore and from the start, irrational
That hollow flesh shell left to dwell in king's rathole
Self given to Tengri, another stitch in the Sky Saddle
Beamed out through the jewel held where once lay the Emperor's eyeball
The promised cup, frightful


This song refers to the aftermath of the Battle of Pliska, Bulgaria in the year 811. The Eastern Roman Emperor Nikephoros I, of Ghassanid Arab ethnicity and following Eastern Orthodox Christianity, was ambushed and killed alongside his army while his son was paralysed by blow to the neck. The victor, Khan of the Bulgars, Krum who presumably still practiced steppe religion (labelled Tengrism in later periods, worshipping the sky god Tengri, a personification of the universe) turned Nikephoros' skull into a silver-coated cup that became part of the Bulgarian crown jewels before being lost to time.

Khan's Cup - MUSIC VIDEO IN DESC (PROD. SYRYUS)

MIX/MASTER: SYRYUS
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
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SIGNAL FEAT. juju 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿x🇦🇺 (PROD. SYRYUS)

MIX/MASTER: SYRYUS
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS

Thinking "who's me" over a big hemp wrap missile
Mosquito buzz, me and Lucy concoct the riddles
My eyes eat the UV and watch the cranes swivel
Chaos in the two seat, grey matter in my spittle
Middle-manning, feel like a Parthian on the Silk Road
Those 448 gram loads of go
Brought ackstays of shnashcay
So even now, those that are low try to blow up my phone
And I don't even like the feeling when I'm stoned
Just makes me think how Johnny's never coming home
A cunt out at functions, I wanna go home
But the lasses want nangs to songs that're my own
They like to hear my voice wobble and go melty
Greek chicks tranced, huffing gas, oracles at Delphi
Stop sooking lad, she's not your Dr. Melfi
Meanwhile, Mr. Travis always been stealthy
Practiced by sneaking 'round to sell things
You're the type to run around and tell things
Get me on a stage, I'm bound to shell 'til the bell rings
You don't wanna know what I'm propelling

Lad, I'm launching river stones out the pipe
Joint to the vent of the barrel to light
All our smooth pebbles still punch through your spine
Me and Dayz in the cut, where you won't find a sign
Lad, I'm launching river stones out the pipe
Joint to the vent of the barrel to light
All our smooth pebbles still punch through your spine
Me and Dayz in the cut, where you won't find a sign

What kind of gronk do you have to be
If your dream job is to be a part of the police
Ima make these aggotfays get on their knees
Yung Queen of Brisganistan Sidney P
I sold a lotta records and a lot of people know me
I'm a young trans legend like I'm Sophie
Blow me cunt, where's my goddamn trophy
I just won 300 bucks on da pokies

Lad, I'm launching river stones out the pipe
Joint to the vent of the barrel to light
All our smooth pebbles still punch through your spine
Me and Dayz in the cut, where you won't find a sign
Lad, I'm launching river stones out the pipe
Joint to the vent of the barrel to light
All our smooth pebbles still punch through your spine
Me and Dayz in the cut, where you won't find a sign

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Skin Like Stone feat. Sidney Phillips (PROD. Kenopro79)

the Goldlanders' Saga
MIX/MASTER: SYRYUS
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS

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in the yurt me sav and dayzeya
bagging up work burning hash in a brazier
you can keep waiting for a saviour
working with what we got after comes later

slave to the bush, with a bushmaster
narcosatanico im tryna push faster
mashing up khat gulping down kava
alkaloid caucasoid granted a patch like galata

get in formation getcha guard up
better hunker down cos ya cant charge us
got a spatha swinging it hard bra 
sprinting naked n painted you wait to get carve up

hoddlendinga saga

fuck with my bradas turn it to a saga
run your drachma you dont want a drama
rob a farmer and after i bury my karma

you dont want a drama
got sticky fingers all up in your larder
hoddlendinga saga
nah you dont want some godsforsaken drama

contact for fire turned ax for hire
caps were too minor bags out flyers
tour groups dont know where my site is
conniver sifting through bones and fibers

get hoist on the yard arm like your martyr
tipsy in tbilisi yelling gamarjoba
like im in the village cruising in a lada
timur tengis n badjana pouring us chacha

ive been rowing in a grey longship
know a cunt who keeps a bongfish
he'll pull one past the guppy n pop some oxycontin
its seen some things n swims black rez on fins

try to give my door a kick 
meet a spinning hatchet bitch
they make me sick
cos i know when they go down on their chick
they kiss the weld and come up with rusted lips
standard sitch with a head full of bricks

getting high behind the fridge
custard eye buh hind the lid
Russified buyin up cid
dash two five behind cyrillic script

Hoddlendinga Saga (PROD. SUS1ER)

MIXED AND MASTERED BY SYRYUS AND VIRGIL'S DEVIL
MEMOIRS OF DA HANGMAN SOON
FLOATING IN BRINE
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TETRIS (PROD. SINA)

BIG SHIPMENT IN FROM TULLAMARINE
MIXED AND MASTERED BY SYRYUS
ONLY MORE FUCKING HEATERS COMING KUNT
STAY TUNED
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BURNT CITY (PROD. KHA)

trying new shit out
MIXED/MASTERED BY SYRYUS AND VIRGIL'S DEVIL
MUCH MORE MUSIC COMING, CLIP
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COEL HEN (PROD. SINA)

SINISTER
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ELDRITCH FEAT. FAMINE (PROD. SOLSA)

THE TOWER CREEPS: THE TAPE SOON
Mixed by Syryus
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STYX FEAT. FAMINE

FAMINE X KILL TRAVIS - .308

GREEN (Interlude)

PLAYBOY BUNNIES LAID OUT ON MY BEDSHEETS
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BAGFACE (PROD. SYRYUS)

blood in my pocket😈😈
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IPTRAYS FEAT. ASTROMANE

2nd single from the 2nd mixtape
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CHAMPIONSNIFF BELT (PROD. SYRYUS)

BUSH MUSIC ONLY
new instagram up now
DBR 307
DARKBUSHRANGERS
NORTHSIDE 73 BURN CITY NAARM 4L

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