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Dribbles - A Closed Letter

Dribbles and hi cohorts live the high life in spoectacular fashion. Definitely not a song you should be playing while dropping your kids off at school. WARNING: drunk girls will dance to this song

Dribbles - NO REGO - ft Fluence and Complete

Dribbles and Fluence take a trip down memory lane to remind men and woman what it was like when men were in control and women had seventies bushes. Perfectly suitable for kids birthdays parties.

Dribbles - NASTY - ft Fluence

Dribbles uses an interpretation of Eminems 'Going Through Changes' to speak to his deceased best friend and tell him how things have changed since he left us.

Dribbles - Going Through Changes (Mandle Mix)

FLOWZ - DEPRESSED CONFESSIONS

Cortext ft. XZAKT - MONSTERS

Welcome to Warny

buy sonny's new album here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/recess/id833843609

Recess

Recess - Skrillex, Kill The Noise & Fatman Scoop

(Lyrics):
yo, my confidence levels low as its ever gotten
i need a hospital bed at home coz my head is throbbin
stressin lots and poppin some lexapro's for depression often
when this insomnia settles though i'll be gettin off em
then i stop em and my suicidal thoughts begin
so i abuse the booze that ima lose my vital organs in
when people say they like my music i will force a grin
but rap is so repetitive, a booth recycles more than bins
i cant afford a thing, i'm broke and i'm stuck with these fines
no license, no job and totally fucked in the mind
i cant apply for all these openings up in the mines
when just to lock a door i have to poke it or touch it three times
thats OCD for ya, thats OCD for ya
thats OCD for ya, see, its mostly been torture
disconnected feelin like a lonely sleep walker
i'm always coverin my hands in soap and clean water
i know its seems sorta dumb and excessive
but my thoughts are fucken demented, theres a hundred a second
theres nothin thats left for me to do but come to accept it
time to see another psych, once again question under assessment
stuck in a session as they analyze this anxious freak
incase i plan to cry, standin by's a handkerchief
and its like, every time i'm at the psychs my anger peaks
coz all i do's complain how sad my life is and repeat
can it be that i'm stuck in a trip
huh? i had a bit of acid once a kid
so what if none of this shit, fucken exists
and i'm just munted and sick, stuck in the grip of a drug that i did
always wonderin if i'm even alive
its like, maybe this is hell and as a teen i have died
or what if i'm an alien and its a dream i'm inside
and life on earth isnt even real, see this is why
I'm afraid that i cant cope, these pages of bars wrote, 
i would trade for a large rope or a blade in my parched throat,
I'm a slave to these darn smokes and the way that a flask soaks 
all the pain that i mask though its been breaking my heart most, 
coz i crave it and start moping and shaking and ask loads 
of my mates for a fast loan just to pay for a cask so 
i'm ashamed on a dark road where i stay in a glass home 
as i'm wasted and start throwing some majorly large stones...
the day that my arts known to be great as Picasso's
is makin its mark slow, i'm waitin as grass grows
my craniums half broken, remaining with half totes
amazing but part gross, am i crazy or smart? both
you get my songs, press play and my scars show
so strangers can grasp faith and relate to my past quotes
Australia's harsh poet, i bathe in a vast moat
where the rotting dead bodies of alligators and sharks float
I watch the stars glow, searchin for a sense of peace
i'm certain that this aint the person i was meant to be
mentally drained, nervous coz i'm tense and weak
my verses of depression seem like murderers, their sentenced heaps
i'm meant to sleep, but i'm busy procrastinating
and i'm shaking, tryna get rid of those massive cravings
why do my youtube videos lack the ratings 
others rappers videos have, it is so captivating
is it the tracks i'm making, do i winge too much
i tell myself 'Sheldon' everybody thinks you suck
your just a drop kick drinkin with a big huge gut
its true cunt, fix your fucken issues up
i misused drugs and now i'm regrettin it
alcohol found so i'm drownin my head in this
fountain, forever pissed, how can i ever quit
you just listened to the sound of patheticness

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The Sound Of Patheticness - By Complete

Bitter B and Rob Shaker back at it again! 
Rob Shaker on the Beat, Cuts and Engineering. This will be on Shakers upcoming production album

Rob Shaker - The Shake Down Ft. Bitter Belief & Charley Caruso

A track i did with Divine for his new mixtape 'My Life, Not Yours'

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Just Too Dope - By Divine (Feat. Complete)

FLOWZ - LIKE FATHER LIKE SON

FLOWZ - CHASING GHOST

FLOWZ - SO GONE

Flowz - Pound Cake Freestyle

Lyrics:
His name is Jason, and hes kinda impatient
an only child with a single mother tryin to raise him
but he'll lie her to face and, blame her for prior occasions
sayin she's the reason his dad left, and that gets her tired and shaken
he thinks fires amazin, he likes to play with sparklers
lob them in the air and let them drop to where his neighbours grass is
he aint an arsonist, but he often stares at flames regardless
maybe he's just gotten scared and not prepared to face the darkness
he's replaced his fathers presence with some drug abuse
he's only thirteen, he just reckons it can up his mood
enterin his mothers room to beg her for a buck or two
he see's her reading through a letter then she doesnt move
all of a sudden shoes are flyin over desks and her
hands are shaking, jason finds the note it says that the
doctors felt a lump inside her so they then scanned her
she says sweetie, ive been diagnosed with breast cancer


and I can feel you burn, i can feel you burn
your burnin up, burnin up, burnin up in them flames
and i can you feel burn, i can feel you burn
your burnin up, burnin up, burnin up and away


the cancer has spread, his mothers in pain and she's nauseous
jason ignores it when she's stuck with her face in the toilet
he aint the sort to have the guts to be brave and supportive
he thinks the chemo's doin nothin but makin her more sick
payin a fortune for all of her medication
his mother is nearly broke, no installments or credit payments
she falls in depression facin a wall that is never breakin
and the hospital says it will call when a bed is vacant
and then theres jason goin hard on the liquor
after half of pinger, barges in, startin an argument with her
he says he's starvin and sick of havin pasta for dinner
i asked for a zinger burger is that to hard to consider
after a bit of time his mothers in a hopsice
all of sudden shes becomin unresponsive
some doctors come runnin in, tho none of them are rostered
jason holds her hand as he stutters and just watches


and I can feel you burn, i can feel you burn
your burnin up, burnin up, burnin up in them flames
and i can you feel burn, i can feel you burn
your burnin up, burnin up, burnin up and away


jason is gutted, its the day of his mothers funeral
he doesnt lose his cool, being brave and more tough then usual
next to the open casket, sayin his mum is beautiful
kisses her on the cheek, and waits till the fucken room is full
then after the service, the coffin is taken
off to a vacant crematorium for proper cremation
as its placed into the cremator jason watches it blazin
then suddenly his stomach drops, he's stuck in shock and his body is shakin
he grabs the edge of his mothers casket and starts to scream
'''don't leave mum, sorry i'm such a bastard, please
i was harsh and mean, how do you turn this fucken thing off?
dont worry, ma, its me
help me get her out!'' its to fucken late
his grandmother hugs him and promises that his mum is safe
jason doesnt play with fire no more, that stuff he hates
coz every flame and lighter just reminds him of his mothers face



and I can feel you burn, i can feel you burn
your burnin up, burnin up, burnin up in them flames
and i can you feel burn, i can feel you burn
your burnin up, burnin up, burnin up and away




Feel You Burn - By Complete

Spm wiggy wiggy.mp3

Brand new joint from WA's own Cortext and Bitter Belief. Check out the video at www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmiGTn8QkEE

Cortext & Bitter Belief - Armageddon

Filthy Fil - Domination (Prod By SLoth)

SLD - Behave Yourself Ft. Deezy, B.J.A.H, Big Moggo, Dribbles & Dex

Filthy Fil - Vallies REMIX Feat Dribbles (Prod By SLoth)

Goo Goo Dolls - Slide

Dribbles - Im Sorry (prod By Dj Defenda)

Front Door Ft Dribbles

No Relation - Madizm (old) Ft Planz,Nikko, Dribbles

This is the sound of the underground ;) Fat, punchy & Dirty. Alternative download link : http://www.mediafire.com/?z01ax27f12vfx5g

Shit made in Tunisia ;)

Krs One ft. Shaq, Ice Cube, Peter Gunz & B-Real - Men of Steel (Ben Hedibi Remix)

360 Ft GMC - Shutterbugg

Choice I Made - dribbles ft Fluence and Ideas - fisherman's friend

Choice I Made ft Fluence and Ideas

(Verse 1):
Last month I was killin crowds and rappin at the nation, now I'm back to basics, fillin out at a maccas application, I have the patience, still I doubt my tracks can catch some payments, so I have to wait until I've found the tactics that can make em, 
But that's some plastic chasin, I ain't rhymin for cash, but then again I need money for the fines that I have, for the price of a pack a durries and the lisence I had,
Because I lost it drink drivin I'm glad I didn't die in a crash
My mum cried then collapsed, she's so ashamed of me,
 I got wasted and wasted my way to get from a to b,
2013, yeah my slate was clean
Now I'm goin back to court, I oughta cut this vein and bleed, why won't these cravings leave, it's like I have to drink, 
I'm at the brink of prison I wish that I had the strength, 
Drink driving...Id I hate to know what ash would think, I guess it's what my habit brings coz it's seem like

(Hook):
Coz it seems like, gods pressed rewind and I'm goin backwards, I would pray but, I don't really know him that good, if I met him face to face then I'd ask, will my future be the same as my past
Coz it seems like, gods pressed rewind and I'm goin backwards, I would pray but, I don't really know him that good, if I met him face to face then I'd ask, will my future be the same as my past

(Verse 2):
A fucken disgrace, I go and make another mistake, whenever I do, my family, they suffer and ache, it sucks, coz they already have enough on their plate, I know ga's dying still I staystuck in my ways, I'd love to escape, I'm tempted just end this shit
Press my wrist against a knife and let it fucken enter it
I accept that I'm demented and I tend to flip, but lately I just feel I'm forgetting what a friendship is
Do friends exist? Coz man id like to see one
When I cry for help, they just clarify I need some
Or they have a cry and nag coz I just seem drunk, that's because only when I'm maggot I can be numb 
Rappin like a mean cunt, livin like an emo, tears have got me constantly sniffing like some cheap blow, mums yellin and I'm thinkin I should leave home, I don't really wanna leave tho, coz its seems like

(Hook):
Coz it seems like, gods pressed rewind and I'm goin backwards, I would pray but, I don't really know him that good, if I met him face to face then I'd ask, will my future be the same as my past
Coz it seems like, gods pressed rewind and I'm goin backwards, I would pray but, I don't really know him that good, if I met him face to face then I'd ask, will my future be the same as my past

(Verse 3):
It's hard to relax, I feel like I'm starting from scratch, a carton of jacks reveals all the darkness attached, in this heart that I have, it's just garbage its trash, as karma attacks I wanna change the past that I had, I'd ask for a dad, a vision, a bigger peak, concentration, a misses that didn't cheat, a better school, more ambition, a different seat, I wish I wasn't the kid who'd wish for a stick a weed,
But this is me, I've reminisced for to long, but when your stuck in reverse its a bitch to move on, then it's dismissed, I spit this new a song,
Sayin how I never planned one bit to do wrong, I ripped a few bongs, A young count proud, till the drugs run out and you punch ones mouth, now your older and just love crowds, but what goes up, must come down, coz it feels like

(Hook):
Coz it seems like, gods pressed rewind and I'm goin backwards, I would pray but, I don't really know him that good, if I met him face to face then I'd ask, will my future be the same as my past
Coz it seems like, gods pressed rewind and I'm goin backwards, I would pray but, I don't really know him that good, if I met him face to face then I'd ask, will my future be the same as my past



Backwards - By Complete

Track from the 'Fishermans Friend' recording sessions that didnt make the cut, thought i'd chuck it up

Dealer Dealer (prod by Contagious) (2011)

A track from just before the recording sessions started for 'First World Problems' that didnt end up making the cut, produced by Contagious.

Its Dribbles (prod by Contagious) (2012)

Another track from the First World Problems recording sessions that didnt make the cut, some deep stuff a lot of people will relate too.

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Show N Prove Productions

and props to Chaamo BRUV for the artwork, hit him up for cheap designs!

Dribbles Know The Riv ft Knowtist (prod by Mizari)

Knowtist