D Frizzle - Gravitate (28/10/2013)

All these women gravitate to me, it's merely the aura
That I have, my rap shit is worth a million dollars
Man I never raped the lady, please really Your Honour
But she's in the hospital now asleep in a coma
I'm nervous itching like fleas are filling my collar
Not guilty? Phew that's brilliant, holla!
Whether you're in the club or just chilling at home
When it comes to rap baby, yeah it's Frizzy you follow
 
B-b-b-b-b-b-back to my pad girl, just get in the sauna
Get hot, get wet, get silly and I'ma
B-b-be back in a flash because my willy need armour
Protection, no less than a really big condom 
With my hands on your waist I start feeling all over
I think that we might be building a sorta
R-r-relationship that could last with one another
Different story days later, cops kicking my door in

I already made my break though, I'm swimming in water
To Africa where the girls are giddy and oughta
B-b-be better in bed than white women and far more
Curvy, you heard me in 'Brown Girls', when I'm on a
Subject it tends to just get seemingly harder 
To talk about other shit so forget it, I'm gunna
Rap about black sluts, nicking and licking their daughters
Sorry mumma, I'm not the ideal gentleman caller

Gravitate (Gravitate) 
Gravitate (Gravitate)
Gravitate (Gravitate)
Gravitate (Gravitate) Gravitate (Gravitate) 

Ay, I rhymed so much this rap already that I think I may
Have reached the second verse and straight run of of shit to say
I need to get some air so I just walk along a footpath
Can't think of shit so I'll stick with a topic that I'm good at
Slut suck my balls, put your butt against the wall
I'm gunna get upset if I don't fucking bust a nut at all
It'll be your fault, oh god did someone say assault?
Fuck it! Kick you in both shins and giggle while you crawl

Yo when I get home I expect you to give me a call
It's been a couple of hours and now I'm getting angry y'all
She's probably with her friends getting pretty at the mall
Burst in that motherfucker with a gun and then it's all
Commotion from then on, kids running down the halls
Dropping their dolls, I feel tall when seeing people fall
She's over near the toilets and I'm just like "lol" 
Fucking push her through the door and just fuck her in the stall

After that I apologise "Baby I shouldn't get angry“
It's just that having so many girls to choose from can be
Kind of hard (Uh!) reminiscent of my dick
While you're listening to this I'm thinking of pinching your nips and
Asking you a question similar to
"Bitch, how many slippery licks do I get of your little clit?”
Better tell me the answer, give it to me lickety-split
Or I'll be sticking things in you, making shit bigger than fists fit

Gravitate (Gravitate) 
Gravitate (Gravitate)
Gravitate (Gravitate)
Gravitate (Gravitate) Gravitate (Gravitate)

* All production/lyrics © D Frizzle - http://dfrizzle.com
* Vocal scratching donated by unnamed legend.

Gravitate

D Frizzle - How Good Is It?

Out now on Spotify, Apple Music, iTunes, YouTube Music, Deezer, Tidal, Pandora, Boomplay...
https://ditto.fm/how-good-is-it

https://www.dfrizzle.com

...
Yeah, you're running at pace but coming worst place
I’m the first face breaking through the ribbon when I race
Case closed, stay close if you wanna compete
I’ll let you jog with the underdog, it ain’t gunna be me
I’m saying what you think, pray to your deity
The day you see me take a knee to scripture is the day you see me weak
It’s all in your head, you’re a god, you are here
You’ll be in constant fear 'til your conscience is clear

I’ll place you a bet to show how maybe you’ll forget
To put your money where your mouth is, psssh, spraying your debt
Take it from a vet, I’m faded, spaying your pet
Shaking their neck, naked and yet barely breaking a sweat
You’re lazy at best facing a threat, wasting your breath
Disgracing yourself kid, you should be making your bed
I keep the fakers in check when the tape’s in the deck
And I'll blatantly get my paper and pen to awaken the dead 

How good is it? How good is it?
Now it’s Frizzle in a proud mood, bitches
Blaow! Like check it, never stopping round the clock
To the top’s my vision, ay how good is it?
How good is it? How good is it?
Now it’s Frizzle in a proud mood, bitches
Blaow! Like check it, never stopping round the clock
To the top’s my vision, ay how good is it?

Wow, come and visit me at the peak of the podium
The weather up here is chill but I don’t need to loan you some
You‘re not the only one that wanna make it big
Had this feeling in my heart since I was a little kid, ahhh
Make it, take a deep breath, fake it ‘til it seems less about
Your property or wealth, I’m probably talking to myself
Focus on your health, ay you got this, you got this, you got this
The brain chatter of an alcoholic

I’ll lick a little bit of the rim of the glass
If it means getting a sip of the liquid in me fast
I figured a nip of the liquor'll make me last
But it isn’t what I asked is it? Nah, bring me the cask
It is big D Frizzle, you bitches just seem simple
With your rhyme schemes, these'll be your last thoughts idiots:
“I’m simpleton at best”, yeah don’t frigging waste your breath
Take a step up to this level and go and ask yourself

How good is it? How good is it?
Now it’s Frizzle in a proud mood, bitches
Blaow! Like check it, never stopping round the clock
To the top’s my vision, ay how good is it?
How good is it? How good is it?
Now it’s Frizzle in a proud mood, bitches
Blaow! Like check it, never stopping round the clock
To the top’s my vision, ay how good is it?

Yeah the crowd here gets it, hardly complicated sentences
With arithmetic and algebraic scribbles in my English
And if this context doesn’t make you wanna have a contest
Then confess, your story is nonsense
Compared to mine, yeah I’m complex when I’m looking at the
Rorschach test, let me pour that next inkblot down
Let me see what pops up now
I was a toxic child and I’m not that proud

I’ll hissy fit when getting to the nitty-gritty
Rappers up in Melbourne City fear it when they listen to me
I cherry-pick a few of ‘em, international status
I rap as a hazardous cancerous masochistic basilisk
And actually I’m a pacifist, I’m gradually graduating from a shitty writer
To a man that finally can exist without the fishy thoughts
Entering up into the tank I guess
Thankfulness, how good is it? Ay, bank on this
...

All production/lyrics copyright 2023 © D Frizzle

How Good Is It?

My entry for the Triple J #PlaySchoolRemix.

Plays Cool #PlaySchoolRemix

*Track from 2016

Check it out kids, rinse your mouth out, I spit profound shit, in a roundabout way, Frizzle is loudest.
I don’t mean volume, but the way you hear my brainwaves cavin to the pressure. I'm a slave to the same strain.
Takin on the extra baggage for humanity. The only way that I actually chat about it's with my language.
It’s mine. Glitchin with the  double conversations all the time. I’ll rewind it, let me fumble with these rhymes in my mind.

Diamond in the rough, shinin when it’s tough. Like you give a fuck, you’re laughin when I try to give it up.
I’m in such a constant state of mental telepathy. My MRI results are due in a couple of weeks.
"Ay what the Doc say?" Nothin, he just sorta gave me props, man. He said it’s the first brain he’d ever studied that shocked him.
I’m bigger now feelin like I’ve wriggled out of reality. I know that I got a soul that science couldn’t figure out.

Listen, wow! Frizzle’s down with the wicked sound. Check the ripples around you as they surround you from definitive grounds.
Taste it. I’d rather have a naked chick in a blouse, makin loud noises while I piss in her mouth. Wait...
This was meant to be a PG song, the type of ratin that makes an orphan feel it don’t belong.
"Where your parent’s at?" I’m starin at ya, glarin. Blarin incoherence on the track and not carin if terrorists attack.

Yo, fuck Trump and his policies, man like honestly, this is the best dude you could come up with? You’ve gotta be,
Joshin me or puffin on a lotta weed. At the end of the day Hillary the lesser of two evils.
Let’s do a sequel in a couple months and get the US president's ass handed to them by my man Sanders.
It'd be yuge. Frizz'd be sippin booze, drinkin until he gets woozy.
Thinkin of pickin a mic up and spittin a tune like a dude who is sniffin on glue.

And yeah I’m killin it too, feelin like I’m in a lyrical mood and I’m rippin a new,
Asshole in the middle of music. Gettin my dick and stickin it through.
Giggitty goo, they giggle and swoon, tickle my gooch and sit on my pubes.
After I fiddle with titties and cooch, your chick’ll be visibly drippin in juices.
Slippery lube and kissable boobs. Stereotypically rude despicable loop I’m livin in.
Used to givin in but now gotta be provin that I’m a useful type of a human,
That needs to simmer it down and thicken the soup. Gimme your CD to nibble in two.
I’m eager to simply dribble and chew it.

Bite me. I’m figuratively chippin a tooth, their aint no way you’re fillin my shoes.
I’m not permittin you to. You’d better get back in the queue.
Actin like you’ve been a villain or goon, I committed a few little felonies nude.
I ran in a school with my trigger and pulled it Columbine style and I shit in the pool.
You suck and you’re stinkin like poo like you had a whoopsie, piddled and puked, then wetted the bed.
But I’ve never been better. You figured it out? I’m quicker than you.
My mouth is the evidence than I am sicker and cooler.
You’re not a competitor, move, or step to me. Proof... Frizzle is back. Yeah, I’m new and improved.

Flow switches in awe, ridiculous jaw. I’m headin north of the wall to boa constrictor you all.
Wrappin you up, squeezin life out you bitches with raw prowess. You’re sore now but I got the power saw to enjoy.
Plug it in and let it spin a little bit in the wind. These are the demented thoughts that I often find myself in.
That’s why the doc prescribed me antipsychotic medicine. Now poppin Olanzapine and still surrounded by sin since.

This shit is as intense as shin splints. It seems insensitive for you to assume that it's a breeze or a sinch.
You freeze in the clinch, easy as beatin a piss-weak rapper who’s teethin on nips and his meal is the milk when his lips sync.
My reasonin’s this… You lack flavour, skill and pokerface. You gotta be jokin man, you're bland. You should've season the chips.
New problems have arisen in my head. It’s a prison, isn’t it wonderful that you can only envision and listen in.

© D To Tha Frizzle

Diamond in the Rough

So clearly I love Eminem. Loved him since "ever" and know ALL his lyrics back to front. His album Infinite has always had a special place in my heart. Potentially more covers on the horizon. Lyrics here:

...
Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin', the zany actin' maniac in action
A brainiac in fact, son, you mainly lack attraction
You look insanely wack when just a fraction of my tracks run
My rhymin' skills got you climbin' hills
I travel through your mind and to your spine like siren drills
I'm slimin' grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects
And twistin' necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects
Put this in decks and check the monologue
Turn your system up, twist 'em up
And indulge in the marijuana smog
This is the season for noise pollution contamination
Examination of more car-tunes than animation
My lamination of nar-er-ration, hits a snare and bass
On a track for duck rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be starin' gazin'
I turn the stage into a barren wasteland; I'm Infinite

You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it
I went to it, servin' a sentence
For murderin' instruments
Now I'm tryin' to repent from it
But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted
To make another attempt at it; I'm Infinite

Bust it, I let the beat commence
So I can beat the sense in your elite defense
I got some meat to mince
A crew to stomp, and then two feet to rinse
I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans
I foil plans and leave fluids leakin' like oil pans
My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral
Is deeper than a jeep-full of people
MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony MC's, and stand the lonely one
Imitator, intimidator, stimulator
Simulator of data, eliminator
There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all the venereal diseases
My thesis'll smash a stereo to pieces
My a cappella releases classic masterpieces
Through telekinesis, it eases you mentally
Gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite

You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it
I went to it, servin' a sentence
For murderin' instruments
Now I'm tryin' to repent from it
But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted
To make another attempt at it; I'm Infinite

Man, I got evidence, I'm never dense
And I've been clever ever since my residence was hesitant
To do some shit that represents the MO
So I'm assumin' all responsibility
‘Cause there's a monster will in me
That always wants to kill MC's
Mic nestler, slammin' like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric-smugglin' embezzler
No one is specialer, my skill is intergalactical
I get cynical, act a fool
Then I send a crew back to school
I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical
I'd rather let a tactical, tactful track tickle your fancy
In fact, I can't see, or can't imagine
A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratchin'
So this is for my family, the kid who had a cameo
On my last jam, plus the man who never had a plan B
Be all you can be, ‘cause once you make an instant hit
I'm tensed a bit, and tempted
When I see the sins my friends commit; I'm Infinite

You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it
I went to it, servin' a sentence
For murderin' instruments
Now I'm tryin' to repent from it
But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted
To make another attempt at it; I'm Infinite

Infinite (Eminem Cover)

Knocked this bad boi out in about an hour or so. Going for a megaphone-style effect on the verses. Just thought it worked in a dictatorial sort of way.
Lyrics:
...

I'll have you taken back to Christ when you're sacrificed
The way you're hacked and sliced
When I fill your back with knives
Jackin' life's of MC's, now I'm set to launch a plan
For blowin' up the stage with illegal contraband
I stomped your man, so unless you want what he got
You better set the mic down, I'm steamin' like a teapot
I make the D hot, people get in my face and ask
If I wanna battle, then I chase them in a Jason mask
It's an amazin' task to battle with success
I never gave a fuck, now I give a fuck less
And win a slug fest, I get physical like physicians
Invisible like magicians with mystical mic traditions
Wicked wizardry like a sorcerer, no remorse for you
When I torture you throughout the course of my orchestra
So feel the force of my spiritual images
Slicin' up an enemy's appendages 'til he hemorrhages
My skin itches every time a rapper recites
And when he's through with his verse
I'm all covered in flea bites
You wanna see fights, I got a match for ya
You couldn't flip shit playin' in toilets with a spatula

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
Point him out! Man, I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
"I wanna know, I wanna know"
I said who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
Point him out! Bitch, I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
"I wanna know, I wanna know"

You bitches get a hysterectomy disrespectin' me
You wanna feel the full effect of me, hand a TEC to me
Intellectually superior, I'll make the whack wearier
Inferior, deteriorate, like bacteria
Materially, killin' serially, clearly you'll see
How much in fear when you hear me you'll be
Shiver and shake, quiver and quake
Bite a rhyme and feel your jaw get stiffer and ache
Wither and break, you slitherin' snake
Gibberin' fake, fibber and flake
I'll twist you in a different shape
And toss you in Michigan Lake, for fisherman sake
If this is a dream, you wish you can wake
Every diss you can take, personal
We ain't friends tryin' to make amends
If you ain't ever stole a gate you can take offense
I make intense masterpieces
And smash to pieces your last releases
You pass diseases, that's the reason
I'm showin' you the proper way to
Operate a mic, so pass it like a hot potato
I've never been less than clever and fresh
Severin' flesh of fools who never impressed ever infest

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
Point him out! Man, I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
"I wanna know, I wanna know"
I said who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
Point him out! Bitch, I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
"I wanna know, I wanna know"

Open Mic (Eminem Cover)

This one took a little longer... I recorded it a week ago but then re-listened to it and it was lame. Re-recorded yesterday and mixed today. Anyway, here it is.

...
I'm gettin' mad love, I'm snugglin' hugs
Strugglin' thugs, smugglin' drugs
Jugglin' jobs, guzzlin' jugs
So here's a toast to federal checks
Hetero sex, unaffordable medical debts
We travel in packs, unravelin' facts
And gravel in cracks to find babblin' max, gafflin' tracks
I grapple an axe for them bafflin' acts
Of mysterious stab-in-the-backs who dabble in wax
Yeah D To Tha Frizzle's stealin' my art when I sculpt it
The culprit that stole shit'll end up with his skull split
Then I buried the hatchet, I carry the fat shit
Butterfingers is here when it's necessary to scratch it
Baby, all I wanna do is swallow one or two
Smoke a little bit and follow one of you
Back home when the party ends
So tonight I'm droppin' naughty hints
To the finest women in the audience

’Cause we came here to do this tonight
We don't wanna fight
We don't want no one feelin' uptight
’Cause we came here to do this tonight
’Til the morning light
Hope that everyone's feelin' alright

Ayo, biters are like tarantulas, vandalous
Livin' as scandalous as a television evangelist
But I can handle this; I'm the rhyme biter, crime fighter
Caped crusader, takin' care of undeservin' lime lighters
I think we live in era meant for me
Experimentally I found a way to spread the terror mentally
When I stumbled upon this resolution
By usin' a special fusion
Of chemical solution for this fresh illusion
You couldn't see me with binoculars
I'm armed like an octopus
Step on stage and you'll get socked and pushed
Talkin' that junk like you had Black Bart at your back
Well come and battle me and you get smacked hard as you act
When I rep-a-resent it, and will have a referee in it
Every minute, so when I win it you never resent it
I'm forever demented
Come up with funk, I'll never be scented
You got the point when I cleverly sent it

’Cause we came here to do this tonight
We don't wanna fight
We don't want no one feelin' uptight
’Cause we came here to do this tonight
’Til the morning light
Hope that everyone's feelin' alright

D To Tha Frizzle's heading skyward
For those who thought that I would
Make you bored and treat you like a piece of plywood
I've got miracle lyrical capability all in me
With the agility to escape a killer bee colony
So get your cameras and capture how miraculous
I rap for all you Draculas
And showed you all how wack you was
I meant it as a diss
‘Cause you don't posses the pizazz of this
I'm hazardous enough already as it is
Without you addin' fuel to the fire; I'm cruel to the liar
Who fails to recognize my reign and hail rule to the sire. Frizzle.
Clinical studies show that I'm cynical
There's no one who's identical
To my fresh and authentic flow
I'm sure the party people can agree
That I'm enchantin' rhythm romantically
Freakin' vocals so frantically
So throw your hands up in the atmosphere
And let them know the only party that was phat was here, and it's like...

’Cause we came here to do this tonight.

Tonite (Eminem Cover)

Another one for ya! Production is quite different on this one... A style of groove I've never really created before...
...
One day I plan to be a family man happily married
I want to grow to be so old that I have to be carried
'Til I'm glad to be buried and leave this crazy world
And have at least a half a million for my baby girl
It may be early to be planning this stuff 'cos I'm still struggling hard
To be the man and it's tough 'cos man it's been rough
But still I manage enough, I've been taken advantage of
Damaged and scuffed, my hands have been cuffed

 But I don't panic and huff, frantic and puff or plan to give up
The minute shit hits the fan, it erupts (Shiiit)
I'm anteing up, double or nothing
I've been troubled enough and I'm sick of struggling and suffering
See (Yeah!) my destiny's to rest at ease (Uh!) 'til I'm impressed and pleased
With my progress and I won't settle for less than cheese
I'm on a quest to seize all, my own label to call
Way before my baby is able to crawl

 I'm too stable to fall, the pressure motivates
To know I hold the weight of boulders on my shoulder blades
I see the golden gates to heaven on Earth
Where they don't pull a weapon on you when you're stepping on turf, Kyu


It's a broke day but everything is okay
I'm up all night but everything is all right
It's a rough week and I don't get enough sleep
It's a long year pretending I belong here
It's a broke day but everything is okay
I'm up all night but everything is all right
It's a rough week and I don't get enough sleep
It's a long year pretending I belong here


I'm going for broke, gambling and playing for keeps
Every day in the streets, scrambling and paying for cheap
Praying for sleep, dreaming with a watering mouth
Wishing for a better life for my daughter and spouse
In this slaughtering house, caught up in bouts with the root of all evil
I've seen it turn beautiful people crude and deceitful
And make them do shit illegal for these Grants and Jacksons
These transactions explain a man's actions
 But in the midst of this insanity I found my Christianity
Through God and there's a wish he granted me
He showed me how to cope with the stress and hope for the best
Instead of moping depressed
Always groping a mess of flying over the nest to selling dope with the rest
I quit smoking sess to open my chest (Frizzle)
Life is stressful inside this cesspool
Trying to wrestle, I almost bust a blood vessel

 My little brother's trying to learn his mathematics
He's asthmatic, running home from school away from crack addicts
Kids attract static, children with automatics
Taking target practice on teens for Starter jackets
I'm using smarter tactics to overcome this slum
I won't become as dumb as some and succumb to scum
It's cumbersome, I'm trying to do well on this Earth
But it's been hell on this Earth since I fell on this Earth

It's a broke day but everything is okay
I'm up all night but everything is all right
It's a rough week and I don't get enough sleep
It's a long year pretending I belong here
It's a broke day but everything is okay
I'm up all night but everything is all right
It's a rough week and I don't get enough sleep
It's a long year pretending I belong here

It's O.K. (Eminem Cover)

Last one for now! Perhaps other Em covers in the future.
...
Yo, some people say I'm whack, now if that's right I'm
The freshest whack MC that you ever heard in your lifetime
My slick acapella sounds clever with the beats, boy
I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets
Forget a gold digger's succubus
My soul's thick with ruggedness
With the mic I'm like a dyke: can't no wigga fuck with this
I got more different strokes than Philip Drummound
On open mic I bone your woman
Just to keep my lyrics comin' (bitch)
We elevated to new heights, premeditated
Let it be that I stated, they hate it
Now that they see that I made it
The escalated can be put to the test of greatness
Snatch the heart from MC's and I ate it
So I take it, that's the reason I'm hated
To represent's my temperament
If rap was a dick, all you so called hard MC's would not be impotent, but pimpin' it
And actin' like you could rock a show
Harder than LL's rock the bells, and you's a hoe now
Everything that you collaborate I lacerate
My lines  to keep comin'
Like nymphomaniacs that masturbate
At a faster rate, yeah, I got somethin' for your ass to hate
I blast your hate, and have you all runnin' past the gates
And as for face clutchin' and touchin' the flows
I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose
Buckin' these hoes, I got that shit down to a science
Leavin' them hot and bothered, turned on, like an appliance
Defiance? No, we won't have that
You want your shit to blow up?
Well, I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack
And blast that shit to kingdom come
Then bring them some of this real hip-hop
I drop beats and you ain't singin' or gonna do a thing but run
And you all knew from Meeko
That you couldn't hold your own
With the strength of Lou Ferrigno
So, stop that bullshit flow, yo
You need to come with the real skills and act like you know

Now, what you know about a sweet MC from the 313?
None of these skills you 'bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me
If you ever wanna be one, see
Now, what you know about a sweet MC from the 313?
None of these skills you 'bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me
If you ever wanna be one, see

So what you know about a sweet MC in the 313?
You don't know shit, so when you see one, flee
You can be Run-D, you'll never be the MC
I stopped the alphabet at S and got it down to a T
I'm sure you're bound to agree, a sweet MC crash the spot
I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott
Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me
I'll run your brain round the block to jog your fuckin' memory
It's either them or me, man, kill or be killed
Your will'll be sealed, your casket closed, you still'll be billed
My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity
I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty (ha ha)
If he's actin' soft and he cowers, he better come cleaner
Than Jeru jackin' off when he showers
You flowers got no clout with a thing
You could date a stick of dynamite
And wouldn't go out with a bang
I shout with a slang, simple as ABCs
Skip over as D Frizzle rocks the microphone with ease
Dethrone MCs, and I'ma max alone
Relax your dome, like a solo from a saxophone
So facts are known, biters get treated with shots
I rock a beat harder than you could beat it with rocks
I'm greeted with flocks of fellow followers' singers
You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands
If they swallowed their fingers
But you can bring yours, let's see what you got
But don't front, and never try to be what you're not
'Cause you can be quick
Jump the candlestick, burn your back
And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't jack

Now, what you know about a sweet MC from the 313?
None of these skills you 'bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me
If you ever wanna be one, see

313 (Eminem Cover)

New single. Also new EP on the horizon. Artwork by the one and only Gadzee.
...
Well I don’t think I’ll ever be good at that mumble rap shit, cos my vocal chords are too busy actually rapping.
See the way that I enunciate my words and I then when I serve em to you on a silver plate, you’d better learn your fucking place. ay.
Ya basic. And basically you're facing me with a grin on your face, thinking that you’re gunna be famous. Nah uh.
Your bitches anus is my fish fillet. It’s messy and it’s filled with mayonnaise at the end of the date.

I’m slaying the track. Shaven my nads, taken a bath, played with her twat and tasted her ass. Made her go splat.
Laid in the sack jiggling. Lady relax. Stay at my pad. Baby mash your labia while I fuck you from the back again.
Her clit is quivering a little bit and it is evident that everything I’m doing is heaven-sent when she begs for this.
Get it in. Yeah motherfucker, Frizzle's into it. My intuition's telling me a cigarette is imminent.

And it's been dipped in PCP and dried. Just a hit of it’ll make me fly. Getting addicted to fry.
Nada. Kidding, it is Friday night. We booze-sipping and who’s skipping over to me? Just loose women with their juice spilling.
Soaking all my tooth fillings with their poon. Swimming in the nude, chilling at the studio. Just groove bitches.
Listen to my tunes. This friggin’ wigga’s up on the move again, with his new shit. EP's coming out soon. Check it.

Big things coming. You will never reach the summit, cos I am on it. Dang gonnit. You puppet’sll hang from it.
Ay stop it. I just like dropping’ a fuckin head nodder. Get your damn bed rocking while I go and Jack on it.
Beanstalkin’ round your nemesis’ premises. Yes is this is the best shit that I’ve ever spit, until you hear the rest of it.
I need a Restavit to rest a bit. Rest assured, Frizzle’s got lyrics galore, and nobody out here is testing it.

Actually Rapping

Ahh, fucking check it. Got that Manchester vibe right,
When I’m used to rapping in Australian in hind sight.
Yes I’m in the hive mind, I possibly created it, and I aint takin shit.
This accent? Nah I am not faking it.

So take the piss if you wanna but hating it is dumber
Than being our prime minister inside an Aussie summer
Wait scratch that, he’s more evil that dumb and I’m done with him
Put him under the dirt and ashes of the fires he’s running from.

ScoMo is the scummiest of cunts alive. He wouldn’t survive 
A fucking second inside the suit of a fireman.
And I know its no surprise though,
Considering he’s a dim-witted idiot middle-aged pentecostalist simpleton white bloke.

Write home. Half your county’s burning on your trip abroad.
I think you oughta reconsider your position now the people know you.
Half of us of us on Earth seem to be stupid in this Trump era.
I couldn’t be clearer if I wanted to. It’s fucking scary.

Now we got this Donald clone in Britain and it’s getting
To the point of feeling of it is pointless to be living. I’m livid.
I get it. Some of you like ‘em. But most of us don’t.
The youngens need to come in and just abolish your votes.

We’re making our voice heard, and you’re not choking our throats
You’re running out of resources and it’s woeful to scope
Fuck you... Think of the future you’re leaving for babies.
Think of the rest of the humans maybe. It’s fucking mayhem.

Mayhem

Yo, I’m hitting centre stage when I scribble on the page
Well, type it out with spell check, or spit it from the brain
Face it, your jaw be trembling when I choke ya
Your vocal cords are struggling and shoulder blades are broken

Let’s go further down the body to the chest
Not impressed with your lung capacity, it's a mess
Your rib cage’ll be crumbling when I am done with it
And your stomach is so full, I’m clearly the one that is hungrier

Your belly button’s fed up with ya, you son of a bitch
Your hips keep on cracking and you can barely see your dick
Aww, your hamstrings are hurting? What a pity
It’d sure be shitty if your knees keep on clicking

I’ll kick in you in the shins and make you roll your ankle
Out of all the body damage you’ll be taking, this is just a sample
I’m stomping on your feet and you are stubbing your toesies
I am hitting centre stage and everybody here knows this
Oh shit, no-no-no-no-no-no-no I’m not done and everybody here knows this

Oh shit, let’s go from the bottom to the top again
The souls of your feet burn when your walk over my hot cement
You’re stuck up to your calves in it and I kinda have to laugh at your
Femurs looking feeble and your pelvis is in particles

And your coccyx is so toxic and your rot-ridden cock has
Dripped off your undercarriage like a faucet
I’m intensively invested in your intestines
And I’ll cut ya and gut ya, don’t give a fuck about your destiny

A kidney punch’ll get ya if I ever I lose my temper
And I endeavour to be the deadliest when stabbing your gallbladder
And when I go bad I know that I will deliver the pain
Drowning your liver in rivers of the poisonous rain

Now it hurts in your sternum and your Adam’s apple is curdling
And the roof of your mouth is burning from hot shit I'm serving
And the top of your cranium's breaking, you’re crazy with rage
I just looked you down and up and now I’m hitting centre stage

...
Yo, my mic’s on, I’m coming and it's my turn to run it
I’m a cyclone heading your way
I’m better than all your mates so I’m entering centre stage
And It’s my turn to pick up the pace

Yo, my mic’s on, I’m coming and it's my turn to run it
I’m a cyclone heading your way
I’m better than all your mates so I’m entering centre stage
And It’s my turn to win in this race

…
So, Mancunian flow, leave it alone or should I keep going?
I’m thinking it’s kinda so-so
But I know I’m dope and I’m opening windows and the doors of opportunity
Who is with me? Come to my next show

It’s not poetry or pose, it’s snot blowing out my nose
It’s got chauvinistic connotations I don’t know behind the jokes
Am I supposed to apologise to all walks of life and all kinda folks
From the middle of Melbourne city to fucking Idaho?

I’m not sure if I’m a good bloke or a ticking time bomb about to blow
I just can’t ignore it any more
My pipe’s are sore, I mustn’t of got the right dose of NyQuil
I’m so ice cold that it’s obvious I take the high road

Drive slow, time to pump my breaks through this pile of snow
Wait for the sun to come up and just fucking melt it all
I guess I’m stuck in my ways and very opinionated
And my voice is gravelly so I’ll just try to do this set in stone

Stems by Dj Wasabi @ Highpoint Studios

Centre Stage

Look at all the issues in twenty-twenty, there’s plenty
Many enemies and very varied reasons to be angry
I’m gunna try my best to not sound on a particular side
But I’m thinking I might and I’m not gunna try to hide it
Australia was ablaze and it’s really not right
That 480 million animals lost their lives
If only we had a leader that could handle the news
Of climate change, tackle the truth instead of packing their suitcase

This new case of a virus is spreading and people laugh it off
Snarky scoffs at panic buyers until they sneeze and start to cough
Economy’s crashing and even managers’ bosses are 
Collapsing and stopping to worry if next week they’ll even have a job
And that’s a lot to handle especially if you are a cop
But there’s a bunch of problems that are more obvious that need to stop
Judgemental thugs in a badge with a lack of good intent
Making it a nightmare for officers here to protect 

It’s fucking arrogant if you aren’t seeing the stats
Being a black-skinned individual is needlessly packed
With an engrained burden of just being sent to the back
And on top of all of that, some police are out to attack
Yeah, the media’s skewed, if you're feeling this, you're hearing my views
And if not, fuck you, I never wanted you in my crew
And if you come at me with “All Lives Matter” then you are dumb as shit
Quit thinking of yourself and focus on the topic just a bit 

What’s next? Yellowstone explodes with a plume of smoke
The tumour broke on Earth and now the humans go to stupid mode
Meteors and cataclysm and aliens pay us a visit
And maybe they’ll witness us pray for a minute
This is the end times and if it isn’t, it should be a wake up call
To take all of our troubles and make ‘em all feel like hate withdrawal
I’m sick of waking up shaken up with an aching jaw
Flicking through the news to see the latest this year has in store 

Let’s fix the issues I’ve attempted to raise
The warnings of global warming seem to be swarming in lately
Government budget cuts to the fossil fuel industry must
Be the priority, funding of clean energy is just
The start to stall this clusterfuck, uppercut the higher-ups
Strip their wealth away and see how long they last as one of us
I have a hunch that some of the current prime ministers and presidents
Are nothing but an evil cumbersome bunch of cunts 

Stirring up their people by spreading rumours and tweeting shite
Scheming while the public is feeding off hype and agreeing blind
COVID-19 is a crisis we gotta deal with right?
A mask isn’t your freedom dying, you realise you’re being kind?
Keep your distance, stay at home, if you disagree or don’t
Follow those simple rules, you’re putting lives at risk you dope
I’m sick of these jokes thinking they know better than all the intelligent folk
They reckon they’re woke but they’re terribly slow and never checking Snopes 

It’s upsetting knowing many go in rarely showing any growing
Plenty going mental, toeing the line of blowing up lies
Oh, and semi-throwing lives away by lowering IQs
While yelling, moaning, begging, groaning, ebbing, flowing
Yah, white people listen
There’s definitely a privilege to being us, the history books are written
It doesn’t mean you’re life ain't hard, I live at the bar ‘cos I’m mentally scarred
It means your pigment isn’t another thing you have to worry about 

Racism is still rampant, it's not a personal diss
If you heard this and felt offended, well then it is what it is
And even with the massive amounts of bigotry that’s around
I’m seeing lots of positive changes in people’s actions now
I mentioned the aliens visiting, I wasn’t kidding
We need ‘em to exist to show us that every human living
Is on the same team, so enough of the bickering, it’s petty
We need twenty-twenty visions of life after twenty-twenty

https://soundcloud.com/dfrizzlehiphop/twenty-twenty
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