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Scorched to the Brain (i hate that its cold...) (skit)

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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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The Last Hit

The results of mixing Gangsta Rap, Reggae, Dancehall, Illicit Substances, Women & Partying in the recording studio = Freewyo & Filthy Fil. No Comment.

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Bout The Money

Beat produced by - Sinima
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Time goes on, and we move on through, but im stuck in hell, and i live the proof,
In the womb I bleed a broken heart on my sleve, this nightmare, is where I wear the mark of the beast, scream, from the chronic pain, infected my veins, like the bubonic plague, sold my soul for an endorfin rush, mirrors tell stories of body dismorphia, lost, all my will for freedom, and the cost, I still am greiving, 

Rarrr, I sob like im hopeless, been lost for years, like im following moses, 
no were to turn, no ones by my side, im about to burn, am I even alive, and the damage to my pride is pain mmmm and it cant be changed 

do I belong in a cage, of remorse and pain, or is their a way to be free from chains, liveing with the fangs of sin that hangs in me, that takes my faith away, like the big bang theory,
scar tissue, reminds me of pain, I didnt choose to be alive and live life in a grave,
raaaaa, is what I anounce, I don’t belong on this earth, did they take someone eles, 
obssessed, with the weight on my chest, nothing left, I am following death, 
from the source of addiction, that spawned a monster, like being born, into contorted dogma, I don’t know were I am and I cant get past it, all my defects I tend to harvest, so were do I belong, is it a place of pain? and where do I go if I do not change

Where I Belong

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Beat produced by Mixla

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Lyrics
This heart of mine, loves the art form, but I cant denie my time living in dark thoughts, in a maraje, amongst the path walked, cause scars are apart of the mask that ive worn
a wordsmith, with a thirst to suface, I work with my hurt, and my worth when im nervous, birthing the words in a verse that Im working, emersed in the work, and submerged in my purpose, 
searching, with a passion thats captured, all the chaptors of my rapping that my habbits where trapped in, cause im rappid to adapting, to the patterns ive practise, so im acting in the passion of the rap ive attracted
stunted, im brunt of their joke, cause all hope is getting stoked, then going up in to smoke, so no love in the zone, is no love in the flow, theirs no love so im done getting blood from a stone.

Last Chance Feat. Tom Fernie

Produced by POKO. Taken from the Tornts album LIFE DEATH TRUTH out now!!

LIFE DEATH TRUTH

Ghost (prod. by POKO)

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Beat produced by 2 Deep

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Lyrics
I got to voice what I got, before I join the dots, its like a choice I got before the coin is tossed, so is my point across when speaking to be free, with a voice that’s lost in a secret to be me, 
so endear what I say, as I appear to be brave but u cant see my pain like a tear in the rain, coz its clear as the day, I’m sincere in change, coz I can fear what I fear but the feelings the same,
so its sink or swim, within a wish for spring, like leaves in the breeze to a winters wind, so with a need to be free but im seen as lost, but Im pleased to be me when appeasing gods, 
coz its another day see, were I choose to believe, in all the truth I can be, I’m never loosing my dream, I come through with esteem, and run through to achieve, cause I’m pursuing love and truth, and coming through to believe.

Art Of Being Feat. Formless & Miss C

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Beat produced by Hala-X

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I live life by the guide that helps me dream, but fall short on the daily in self believe,
So my shame and guilt, is all payed in full, and I wanna run away like my first day at school, 

temptation, I over indulge, I cant control this strange impulse, so I take a hold, of all shame and faults, until the pain that stays contains grains of salt, 

the cross roads, is where we go, what do you do, do you come home, 
we got one go, in the wheel of life, so time together is when you feel alive

so we feel for life, in a place to be free, like were making way for a place to be seen, 
in a place that we seek, a place that we breath, a place that we make for chasing my dreams,
  
everyday I put my palms, in front of my face, cause my nerves are freight trains to a calming state, 
high Anxiety like I’m on a first date, I quietly quake, the inside of me shakes,

hard days, on this path of mine, that dumps shame from my past, to my heart inside, so I’m asking why, in the darkest night, but even blades of grass absorbs shafts of light,

so when the road is black, no hopes intact, theirs no u turns, theirs no turning back, so Im chasing peace, when fight for time, I wanna fight for life, with u by my side, 

in a place to be free, a place to be me, a place that we make for chasing our dreams, a place that we seek, a place that we breath, a place of our fate awake to be free

Where I Belong

Jimmy Loops

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