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The Three Kings- Carmer, Adoks & Disapate

Addiction. Feat Lisker.

What you know (feat. Drips)

Filthy Fil - All Fakes Official Track (Prod. By SLoth)

Its A Stick Up

All These Things.mp3

🎤 Verse 1: The Setup They ask what we’ll do when the work is gone, Like we ain’t been dreaming of freedom all along. Like labor’s the meaning, like grind is divine— But that’s just the system rebranding the bind.

A child is born with a heart full of grace, Then schooled to forget it, to run the rat race. From playtime to deadlines, from wonder to rules, They trade love for obedience inside of these schools.

The bell rings, the spirit folds, They teach you to chase what the system holds. Not truth, not joy, not unity’s spark— Just grades and wages and living in the dark.

🎤 Hook (chant-style, Dead Prez energy): We don’t need your grind, we don’t need your chains, We don’t need your schools, we don’t need your games. We were born to love, not to serve your plan, Post-work life? That’s the rise of man.

🎤 Verse 2: The Breakdown Parents say “you gotta go,” but they broke too, Caught in the loop, just doing what folks do. They ain’t evil, they just bent by the frame, Passed down the trauma, passed down the shame.

But now the machines can handle the load, So why keep pushing humans down that road? Let AI run the grind, let tech hold the weight, Let us evolve, let love radiate.

No more need to compete for a plate, No more need to hustle just to feel great. No more schools that crush the soul, We’ll learn from life, from love, from the whole.

🎤 Hook (repeat with more intensity): We don’t need your grind, we don’t need your chains, We don’t need your schools, we don’t need your games. We were born to love, not to serve your plan, Post-work life? That’s the rise of man.

🎤 Verse 3: The Vision Imagine a world where the heart leads the way, Where meaning ain’t measured by a job or a pay. Where kids grow wild, not broken by rules, Where wisdom ain’t locked in government schools.

We’ll build a techno-ecology, love at the core, No poverty, no prisons, no need for war. Just games for the thrill, not battles for bread, Just living, just loving, just rising instead.

So when they ask what we’ll do when the work is done, Tell ’em: We’ll finally live beneath the sun. No more survival, no more broken parts— Just humans reborn with unbroken hearts.

🎤 Verse 4: The Class Illusion So when the rich man asks, “What will the poor do?” He forgets that the system made that view. He chillin’ in yachts, sippin’ on time, While the poor man’s grindin’ just to survive the climb.

But when work is gone, the walls dissolve, No rich, no poor—just problems to solve. The categories fade, the spirit repairs, And life becomes living, not climbing upstairs.

The poor man asks, “What will I do?” But that’s just trauma speakin’ through. He can’t see freedom, can’t feel the breeze, But the change is comin’—it’s breakin’ the freeze.


🧠 Verse 5 – The Paradise Protocol
(Mid-tempo beat, confident delivery with rising intensity)
Automation don’t just end the grind,  
It ends the hunger, frees the mind.  
Food precise, no waste, no war,  
Reality coded to open the door.  

Off-planet systems, balanced and clean,  
No more rich, no poor, no in-between.  
Inequality fades, the struggle subsides,  
And mankind walks where the truth resides.  

This ain’t utopia—it’s overdue,  
The paradise the prophets knew.  
Not built by kings, not bought with gold,  
But born from tech and hearts made bold.

🕊️ Outro – Spoken Word Transmission
(Beat fades to ambient synths, slow echo on final lines)
They told us paradise was myth.  
That freedom was earned through pain.  
But the truth is—freedom was always ours.  
Automation just clears the path.  

No more hunger.  
No more grind.  
Just life.  
Just love.  
Just time.  

The ancients saw it.  
We build it.  
And now…  
We live it.

Change Gonner Come

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My life’s out of focus, but Ive survived,
The overdoses at the back of bayside,
In loaded boat sheds, we stagger blind,
With the hopeless dope heads were the franga kind,

Footscray station I take the grave shift,
a romper stomper in an Asian snake pit, 
this dirty hit, its fucken filthy
got my grip on a fit that will fucken kill me

I racked the Cougar coz it was flat and I could dack it
Then I graduated from that to a smack habit
watch ur wallet this bitch is gonna grab it
Cos the Frankston line is where I inhabit

I’m burning up, in gurneys cuffed, 
submerged in Footscays bourbon blood, 
so worthless cunts, will surface up, 
in the Marribinong dumped in a Persian rug

If you’re in my hood u better act right
Doing lines in the pines this is Frankston life
If you’re in my hood you better look twice
Getting high all the time this is Footscray life
If you’re in my hood u better have a knife
Doing crime to survive this is Frankston life
If you’re in my hood get ready for a fight
Its an eye for an eye this is Footscray life

You’ll need a Coroners skill when I’m robbing the till 
of the all the common commoners on Oliver’s hill
Its shambles the way I handle my hand skills, 
dumped like an anvil in Frankston landfill

I living in a casket, I’m stuck in the darkness, 
from Saigon car park to Footscray market,
this bulldogs knocking dead,
In bed with my Woodstock and Footlocker threads

Fuck the west
Kananook station, we make arrangements,
For Paul Denyer to have u taken
Now were fighting the jacks
in adidas tracky dacks and nike air max,

cunt I don’t give a fuck, 
Cause u can pump weights and make ur chest look big, 
But its checkmate bitch, with a knife in ur ribs
I’m alive when I’m sick, with ur head caved in,
I’m throwing kids, off the west gate bridge, 

If you’re in my hood u better act right
Doing lines in the pines this is Frankston life
If you’re in my hood you better look twice
Getting high all the time this is Footscray life
If you’re in my hood u better have a knife
Doing crime to survive this is Frankston life
If you’re in my hood get ready for a fight
Its an eye for an eye this is Footscray life

I was drinking goon, the silver pillow of death 
Yes spilling spoons of the crystal meth, 
In the grips like a prisoner from Frankston cinema to the tip of the Peninsula 

Bitch shut ur fucking mouth
The hood stays gritty and that look stays with me
I was mugging cunts back at Footscray city
on the western front, set foot in my hood and come test me cunt

That aint shit bitch
After I Hear, the wicked laughter of karma,
starving for shards so I’m puffing it harder,
the blood runs deep on Frankston harbor,
In kananook creek where I’m dumping my father

I’m injecting fentanyl with death utensils, 
so the next step is Das west western general 
or dead and buried on the Werribe line 
in the Geelong rd. cemetery dead or alive


If you’re in my hood u better act right
Doing lines in the pines this is Frankston life
If you’re in my hood you better look twice
Getting high all the time this is Footscray life
If you’re in my hood u better have a knife
Doing crime to survive this is Frankston life
If you’re in my hood get ready for a fight
Its an eye for an eye this is Footscray life

Footscray Frankston (feat. Miss C)

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Aussie Ebonics (feat. Miss C)

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The Last Hit

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Beat Produced By - 2Deep

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I’m their in bad dreams,
Night mares sad scene
Y spear has beens 
Tie their gag screams
Hi their cash these
I blear rap dreams
Like were dam fiends
right their catch me
with a bunch of dumb shits, The cunts that I run with, pyros, ruff kids, psychos, fuck wits, absolute nutters, junkie in the gutters double crossing back stabbing conniving mother fuckers,

who’s a loose cunt, me bitch
Run mucks, me kid
Toothbrush, clean kicks
Tongues up, genius

Blank checks sign these,
See some of my steeze, 
Oversized white Ts
Bdubs Nikes, 

Hand bag, roat that
Scam that, raw hash
Ran sack, more cash 
Stand back, Ur chat

Acting like ur mate and pretend to be a friend but if ya give me tic, uall never see me again

Alone or In a pack, Jumping a back fence, puffin on the crack, then running from the jacks, 

Gankin touch screens
Making much green
chasing puff dreams
Hating fuck me

Eyeing off ur goods like I’m a fuckin hawk, O you’ve gone out, well I’m kicking in ur door, 


All day off chops
shit mate Lost plot
Small shanks in socks,
Big shank in jocks,
Fuck the police, when I’m Stalking the streets, tall white cunt brain dead, 64 shaved head, 
pack pipe, smoke skunk
jack knife, coked up 
crack pipe, toke up
That’s y I, choke cunts

Ur crown will gets caved
By Some of our best made
Run around death game
fucking clowns get shanked

So Jump on Hip Hop
Some gronk Pissed off
Done wrong Shit lost
Run from pig cops

I’m a fucken gritty cunt and ur sleeping with the fishes,
I was ur best mate but now I’m sleeping with ur misses

a Doped up smack fiends
Coked up crack dreams
Low cunts tax green
Woke up that’s speed

If ur Tugging on my snake
Then Jumping in my grave
and rub it in my face
Ur fucken gone die mate

In my habitat,
See my Adidas,
three stripes tracky dacs,
Peace pipes having that

Dam trip found cash
Hang shit towel rack
gank this Round back
Bang bitch How’s that?

Smash this dick head
Bash his big head
Crack his pin leg
That’s my street cred

like fantasia
I am brave heart
Left hand daze ya 
Right hand grave yard

Moeing down old folks
Throw round bomb blows
I’m Blowing out bong smoke
Then Going out gong show.

Hell Raizer

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Beat Produced By - Life and Death
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Listen up, this is for u if u came from nothing and you made it something, and that’s were the fuck I’m from, and if u were giving it with it all then fuck you!

I was born with curruption through and through, u were born with lovein from a sliver spoon, its like two different worlds, but we share the street, and the news tells u to be scared of me, were I come from is unknown to u, u were giving everything, I had nothing to loose, I had nothing to do, I had nothing to choose, I had nothing but tuff love on the hunt for the truth, and its the reason, I held my ground when everyone around me berrie me beneath it, my life was hopeless, betrayed at birth, but I was so focused I made it work, no one believed in me, I steped on through, to the otherside now im looking at u, I stood still in a land that was vacant, cause the streets was a game that I played but I hated,
Where I’m from, things cant be changed, were I’m from, is a place of pain 
don’t call me brother, if u come from cash, but if u came from the gutter then I’ve got ur back,
Where I’m from, things cant be changed, were I’m from, is a place of pain 
don’t call me brother, if u come from cash, but if u came from the gutter then I’ve got ur back,

U were raised happily with a mum and a dad and ur self esteem came from the things u had, I was raised in a family were no one had my back, and my self esteem came from the cunts I bashed, so I don’t relate, if its all in ur lap, cause were I come from I had to fight for scraps,
I had to fight for the truth, I had to fight the abuse, I had to fight that life and the crime I induced, the odds were against me but im a tuff man, this is my life and I am who I am, arms cuffed up and I was dumped in assumption, my heart would erupt it was pumped with curruption, no more, do I sympathise, with those that had it all but never live their life, It was the game that I played, it was the chance that id take, it was the plan that began into the man I became

Where I’m from, things cant be changed, were I’m from, is a place of pain 
don’t call me brother, if u come from cash, but if u came from the gutter then I’ve got ur back,
Where I’m from, things cant be changed, were I’m from, is a place of pain 
don’t call me brother, if u come from cash, but if u came from the gutter then I’ve got ur back,

Ur from another street were the grass is green, thought morals and beliefs to grasp ur dreams, I was born into crime, and u laughed at me, now I’m staring u down, cause I’m fucken free, U doubted me and gave me nothing to work with, buried me alive, I was fucken worthless, I’ve payed the price of life, I’ve payed the price of time, I’ve payed the price to provide this life of mine, It hurt so much but I’ve fucken emerged bitch, now I’m taking what’s mine cause I fucken earnt it, I endued the blame, I endued the shame, I endued all the ruins, I endued the pain, Ur parents loved u, taught u right from wrong, I was left in abuse and had to fight to be strong, I survived and I chose, to survived on my own, I survived I’m alive and ill die on my own, 
Where I’m from, things cant be changed, were I’m from, is a place of pain 
don’t call me brother, if u come from cash, but if u came from the gutter then I’ve got ur back.

Hell Raizer

Jimmy Loops

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