This ain’t the lucky country anymore, it’s a sunburnt scamland.
Raw, poetic fury straight from the mind of Magoozla ... a digital outlaw with zero filter and a whole lotta truth to spill.
From boomers hoarding homes to billionaires bleeding the system dry, this track cuts through the bullshit with bars that bite.
Written by a human, delivered by AI, sharper than any mainstream fluff.
This is Aussie rap reborn fuckers! Its angry, aware, and unafraid.

Vocals and production powered by Suno.

Sunburnt Scamland

This track’s for anyone who's ever stared up at a leaking roof wondering how the hell it came to this.
It’s not just poetry, it’s a fucken war cry from the trenches. A raw, unapologetic look at what it’s like to live in the cracks while billionaires float by above.
Written in the storm. Crafted by Experience. Every word’s real. Every line's lived.
Vocals and production powered by Suno.
Lyrics written by Magoozla > poet of the poor, voice of the unheard.

Puddles & Empty Pockets

This one’s for the stupid couch critics..... the absolute fucking retards who think clean energy’s a scam because “it uses steel.”
It ain’t about perfection, it’s about direction.
This track shreds thru the lazy arguments, the cherry-picked bullshit, and the fossil-fuel fanboys clinging to smoke while the planet burns.
Raw, sharp, and 100% Aussie.
Lyrics by Magoozla > delivered with self taught hectic as fuck AI precision prompting.

Vocals and beat powered by Suno.

Steel and Hot Air

RAP used to stand for Rhythm And Poetry.
Now it’s lookin' more like Rhythm And Pathetic.

This track’s a full-blown piss take but let’s be honest, it ain’t that far off reality.
It kicks off with a soft-boi sob fest having a wah sob and mumbling about heartbreak over a beat like it's therapy time with hi hats lol
Then it flips into a lyrical assault on the entire trend.
Autotuned pain, sniffled verses, and weak one-week love songs pretending to be deep?
Fuck that.

What you’re hearing here was written by a real human and sounds more human than half the mumble rappers out there that actually are.
The irony? It was delivered with AI.
Because even the tech’s got more soul than these sooky cunts.

Lyrics by Magoozla > rhythm and truth over rhythm and tears.
Vocals and production powered by Suno.

Mumble Mumble Wah Wah Sooky Sook

Used to think gangsta meant guns and a trap
'Til I cracked a crypto wallet pfff fuck a strap.

This ain’t street hustle cunts it’s terminal warfare.
The beats are digital, the bars are criminal.
No flexin' steel, no postcode beef, just code, payloads, botnets and firewalls fallin'.
Every bar was written by a real human mind. Delivered through an AI voice so sharp it’ll slash through your firewall.

This is cyber gangsta shit.
Rooted in truth, encrypted in pain, decoded with rage.
The twist?
That voice ain’t human.
But the words?
Every single one comes straight from the filthy mind of Magoozla.

Vocals and beat powered by Suno.
Bars by the king of digital hustle.



Digital Hustle

Bait and switch ain’t a bug, it’s the business model.
This track rips open the bullshit behind “free” apps, fake innovation, rent-tech, locked-down phones, DRM gaming prisons, and the cult of hype-chasing consumers that keep the scam alive.
It’s not just a diss track aye it’s a fuckin’ eulogy for ownership, truth, and creative freedom.
If you’ve ever felt sick paying to breathe online, this one’s for you.

No fluff. No subscriptions. No fuckin’ sugar-coating.
Just bars that burn, written by the only cunt still telling the truth in a world made of pixels and bait.

Lyrics by Magoozla — no paywall required.
Vocals and beat generated with Suno.

Fate & Switch

A spoken-word hip hop piece built for anyone who's ever felt stuck in the grind and needed a moment to breathe.
This one’s for a friend and for every soul who gives more than they get.
Slow, emotional, and honest. Let the words land.

Christine

The streets are dead. This is cyber turf now.

Digital Blood ain’t a track                           It’s a fucken transmission. From payloads to proxies, this is the new age grind where nerds move silent and code hits louder than any Glock ever could. Forget gold chains haha             This is root access. No bling, no drip, just digital vengeance and encrypted trauma masked behind a terminal window.

Written in fire, laced in grief, and aimed straight at a world full of flexed-up fuckwits.

This is your warning shot.
The nerds aren’t playing nice anymore.

Digital Blood

Coffs brings the chaos. Too many busted-up flats, too many fried minds screamin’ through the ceiling. 
“Cunts in the Roof” ain’t fiction aye, it’s local folklore. Ice psychosis, glitching thoughts and a recurring theme...So here's a bassline built to rattle delusions. A mockery of madness. A warning. A mirror.

Cunts in the roof

Digital hustler, lyrical architect, and the voice of the breach.
Poet of the poor. Voice of the unheard.
I write every lyric from the gut then weaponise Suno and Rip X Daw to deliver it harder than half the rap game ever could.
This ain’t industry fluff. It’s rhythm and poetry dragged through mud, sharpened with truth, and spat back at the system.
Tracks are built in the storm, not the studio.
Every drop’s a protest. Every rhyme’s a brick through the window.
Listen close or get out the fuckin’way.

MagooZla

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