I DO NOT FUCK WITH YOUSE
I DO NOT FUCK WITH YOUS
I CANNOT FUCK WITH YAS

BRUSH UP BRUZ AT THE RAMBUNCTIOUS JUNCTION OF YOUTH
VENOM IN THE FACE, BUT HE’S BRAINS ON THE LOOM
OF THE LOUVRE, SHOULDA VROOM VROOMED OUTTA EUROPEAN VIEWS
WHEN YOU HAD THE MUSE OF THE SOUTHERN CONTINENT TO YOURSELF

Constantly compromat conscious of that
BACK CHAT’S chat dog
tapped the tapped-jawn
Attack the Sanctum, and crash your own dawn
Did I feel bad for the bum fact I was trapped in their plum lifestyle
That was built to extract human, exact human, and sap human, 
global labour aristocracy
Javeling the myth of meritocracy and they’re fuming

I do not fuck with yall if you defend billionaires on the bus for your crumbs
Or if you Summon a Cross as if that’s Nation of Love
I’m AMAZINGLY SAUCED
IN SOLIDARITYS JAWS
  
INFLUENCED THE PM, I’m DRUNK THE WEEKEND, BUT I SMASH A BOSSES EGO, DRUNK THAT EVENIN
I do not fuck with their rationalisers, stenographers, journalists, economists, just new age savage sages to the kings of capital’s pages
Jesters in the courts pegged with a science of ignoring us humans as aimless
Priority-less and sameness
Dangerous
What cuz we got better managers, doesn’t make it more manageable
Their Apertures Cruel
But that self-reporting comes from the ends in the tools alone
Free the Talents from wedge of wage slavery
And maybe it’ll start to feel like Home.
Maybe I could fuck with the Human Race in a slomo loveshow
Once more, in zone






I’mma overshoot a Planetary Boundary, just a casual daily outing
I’m a set a world record for heat
And set the pan to simmer with the butter real sleek
“Gotta Get the Green Gotta Get the Green Gotta Get THe Green”
Whilst the Green turns to dust

If you’re not fussed, fuck, put your eyes on the Sun
Big ball of lava coming down harder and fun
And kids
And sex
And dreams
It’s not just individuals greed
Its organised capitals in imperial states
They’re not meritocratic, they got rich off of our dilipidated frame of mind, body, and soul
Taught us that capitalist values were our own
If sharing and kindness and building is your go,
Then i might fuck with you
Then I might fuck with yas

2024 MHH Cypher - Vol 22. Fuck With @ 3.33AM

the spooks are running the country into the ground - paul keating prime minister

lyrics:

My soul is awash with thousands


In the lane at the end of my street, I spotted him,
Planting something on someone, pasty as a sheet

Down the end of my cul-de-sac of a Country, i spotted him
The coup in ‘75, i spotted him
Blaming someone else for the economy, spotted him,
Placing us meat as fodder out the back, spotted him
Victim vomitings, victors log-it-in, as the rigorous “not-a–thing”
Wish emaciate, birthday miss the fate, for the Mr. Spooks: shadows
Curtains
Windows, kinda working, computer and sights alert him
iF I mess up the firm-ware find me firm where first-degree had first-degree burns there uni-side
Had two vans follow me the station to friends to find
Stanmore bends,
Tread more grands
Phones a nokia
Trace that then
This a statement of a faceless man
Who hates the system for the ghosts it stands 
And peoples hearts who face this shit
The agencies follow the fascists hands and frame it dif
FRAME JOB FRAME JOB SHAME JOB SHAME JOB

For 70 years the spooks have run the Country into the ground
Like a monoculture on the topsoil, drowning out the mass of poor who cry for more and for what they see is communism

spooks

Spooktastic October (MHH Cypher Vol 33. 2024)

Sailing (One Take)

Lyrics:

Cheers to Konvey
Cheers to Ru-yay and Nostrey

Tell em I can hear slime
Tell em about my rise

(esco, esco)

Caff that back with slue for a knife
I’m not on any lists, but I’ll fight for my rights
Your whole damn life’s been one great hype
Can’t afford food, but you’ll waste in lights
No foresight
M I, tied
Just MIA, killed on sight
Like what was cracking on with Austrayan grime
It’s not fair on you if we try
My aim through music’s to help unite
All the stragglers and the left behinds
You ah Skepta, hiding behind faux guise
Hiding behind those close blinds
Ain’t no halfstepping in our crime
When you picked up the Mic
You were already biding your time
No amount of startdom’ll make you fly
Look to the stars, and what they write
Look up to Eskis, you’ll learn they inspire
Wrap up some cold ones, in respite
Bring some flava, to your times
It’s not you’re caved in with ties
Hair so off-putting, surrounded by flies
I’ll end you with a whisper to your wife
I’m not the one to usually ostracise
But your size doesn’t make up for lack of fire
I’ll lacquerfy any attempt to tire
The wings from which energies transpire
Witnessing a messiah
Better clean up your visors
Less you miss an onslaught from oncoming Kaisers
Our people are weak, sick of political liars
Chasms of rock’ll fortify any wish tah to deny,
Politicking in-fighters
Bring into tha limelight all ah you fellow flow biters
I’m not the type, to usually rick this silence
But bumpkis abound is what you’re supplying
Ask if the accent assists the crisis
Divisive
Amalgamating my riders
Held-up, hell bent on all violence
Off putting to say the least, my tribal desires
Will siphon ivers, and IV’s’ll to save this
Showbiz killed Crazy Titch, seven seas to the mist
Devising plans to pick up any C’s you missed
See my main man, my right hand fist
If you think there’s a chance of escaping with
Any shred of dignity left un-bit.
Go too far left and they’ll bat no eye
Blast too much theft, they’ll sacks to entice
You straight intah the fray
make no mistakes
Less your life ends, with one cold play
You won’t even wince, feel an ounce ah pain
Your second death will slowly fade you away
Outplayed
And by the time it’s too late
Ya wish ya woulda abstained
Fighting in a game you lost on the first day
It’s not even really sad to say
That no one’ll remember you or I’s name
Unless you attain fame
As a wild Kard, through a sextape
Hello, hello Ray J? x2

We haven’t spoken in a while ay?
Yeah Truth to that mate

Funk Edit (Grime) (Draft)  - Prod. By Konvey

My first project. This has been a learning experience for me and this album compromises of four main themes, as it was arranged with the pressing to vinyl in mind. It is my first attempt at anything musical, and while I'm releasing it now, it wasn't ever going to be finished in my mind. It's unpolished, hardly studio quality, but has taught me a lot about mastering, hip hop, mixing and rap delivery. 

If you enjoy any song, my day is made! - Matt Jeffrey

Young England

THat Part Freestyle

No Grip

Divine

Ema - Native

No Man Is An Island

Fortified Intro

Did this track on a whim today and it really let me express some pent up feelings. Thanks to Omari Jr for the lovely instrumental!
- Jeffrey.

Holy Rose - All He Wrote [Prod. by Omari Jr.]

Lyrics:

Down impatience
Feel relations
Prison break-in
Worth the ages


And I’m drowning
Hadrian Walls surround me
Travel the winds, asunder essence is sounding.
The trumpet of clouding
Vision esteemed in rowdy
You piece together my story
It’s four in the morning, mind doubting
Founding a state of lions
Is hard when water blinds
Your highness
Wisps of whispers reaching back
Pulls you through the lower cracks
The Saruman of Stabbing Backs
Demonize the dull impasse
It’s emptiness, its fading fast
Faster, attackin’ the masters
Martyrs self-preserve when message is unheard
When Realms of Peoples, ignore their words
Their Scriptures and their verse
Encoded in lonely quarters,
Headspace run and quartered 
On orders of Orion helm
Do we feel overwhelmed…


By hope, by odds
By the Depression of Gods
Can we understand,
We exist and we’re forgot.
On this one-in-a-billion rock.

And we build our island
Pacifist and Ego,
Make weird alliance.

WE ARE THE TITANS -
OF OUR OWN DESIGNING.

(2017)CYPHER VOL 21 - Drowning (THEME) - "Marriage of Self".

lyrics:

BRIC-A-BRAC, CRACKED THE CODE TO GET THE RHYTHM BACK
WAS IN A COMA, IT'S A FACT, UNTIL I NOTICED FELLOW MAN ARE TRAPPED
VICARS EVICTED, AND  SPIRITUALITY AXED IN THE HEAD
MAN IS VICTIM TILL DEATH

STEADY HEADED, HAD TO CLEAR DIRECTION TO SHIRK RELEVANCE
YOU SERPENTS SERVE VENOM INJECTED FROM OTHER'S EFFORTS
AND I'M PROPIOCEPTICAL, IN THE SCENE I SENSE THE SHIFTS - EVENTFUL
HERE BECAUSE OF PENCIL, FEEL MY PATH THROUGH GENRE TENDRILS
RUN A BLOODBATH IN THE ROMAN TEMPLES AS EXEMPLERY MENTHOL
YOU PADDER-FODDER, ANIMOSITY ADDS "AAGOR", 
VIGOR, VAGABONDS, & VIXEN FIXED ON AGGRO-CULUTURAL
ADDERS, SLITHERING IN THE SIEVE OF VIVID, CULPABLE
FOR 'DULCE' TALK, AMONG THE KIDS, THEY'RE OMINOUS
HANGING DAGGERS, 'ACCA-DACCA WHEN THEY'RE OWING FOR THE BOOT
BOOM, BOOM...

ERROR, THEY'RE COMING TOGETHER
ERA'S, THEY COMING TOGETHER NEVERLONG
EITHER EITHER OR NEITHER'S LIGHTER THAN THE BOND
TO INSTANT GRATIFICATION - DEPRESSION JUST SEEMS TO EGG IT ON


(Like this very song)

Cypher Vol 18 "Sense in the Dark" - Mental Illness

lyrics: includes dory whale noises at the end

Don’t take this so serious, you’ll end up so delirious
Your brothers on his period and wants the whole experience? (roll tide)

(Look at me,) making fun of what it’s like to be an Australian fiend
The voice it’s ringing around the track it seems you’ll never be free
Does it piss you off, I’m using my weight to block your retreat?

Stop at the cough, bop at the stop, the cop is popping for me crop,
But the boot is sealed, locked, and I had siphoned it from the shop

So from the get-go, pigs fucked, he’s nothing to go off on
You could put me on RBT, and I’ll be still pushing my stock on
“is that the moto-guzzi you knocked off a fuckin muzzi?
Cheers man, I’m beside myself for your all loving”
Who says the systems fucked? We’ve Gaytimes, and drugs
“AY MAN YOU’VE GOT FIVE BUCKS? I NEED IT FOR THE BUS, I SWEAR I HAVEN’T ALREADY ASKED HALF A DOZEN CUNTS, AND I’M NOT GONNA SPEND IT ON SOME SMOKES THE GOVERMENTS TAXED TO FUCKING FUCK.”
And it’s not like in Mad Max, we’re pretty alright for gas
Adjusted for ameri-cunts its 5 dollar 60 a gall
-litarian? Mate, we’re a nation of sharers, 
That’s why higher tax cuts are given to the highest earners… yeah bro, 
I mean they’re given to earnest, that’s right (/s)
Sometimes I wanna do a ‘Harold Holt’ and disappear into the night
But that requires walking to the beach and getting out of my sty

Cypher 20 ''Gaytimes with Harold Holts"

lyrics:

I’ve been about mate, and mate I’ve been about it
Angers like a Molotov, it’s like a sec and I’m drowning
Fighting mountains Sisyphus and Grounders lost the bout of
Love in the sourest of terms is the ultimate power

Reach like gravel in the mud, the bowels getting towled with
Foul when I pow with super-hero ‘malgamisms
Pals admitted, they pout with palpable Malcomism
In powerful meltdowns I am driven to assist emittance

(You will find a piece of mind
Take a little time)
Rest assured, heart secure, in myself
(Come and see, you and me
Make a little sign)

Best the sword dark endures in good health

(I'll be there after a while
If you want my love
We can boogie on down, down) 
Or we can boogie for life…
Just set aside preconceptions, give your all to your life

Cypher 22 - Accepted - Self Assurance

Lyrics:

Game was rigg'd from outright...
Written off - a carked car off Mooney Bridge in moonlight
Just hope I shoestring a solution for the Moon King
I'm a cross of MacGyver and Kubo that's met a blue-ring
(Marauding?)I'll sting ya, I'm fucking garna sting ya!
Stingy bastards out here did a stint that's worthy of a schooner?
Stop raving, no they didn't...
Aerial commit the sin-nage
Admit - distilling, deciphering authorial grimace?
These larrikins are like galahs, flaming 'bout "they're livin' large",
when caught up in a bingle with Lara Lorikeet - they're seemin' scarred!
Sealing up the ceiling, but I swear there's other darts,
Caught in a pit end, griming and witting fix apart,

Demolished from the start,
Pick up the pisces, but the pieces evade my heart,
Give chase, 'cause human is the weapon of the stars,
Created from stardust,
We snorting the sawdust, 
to escape the fact,
we cannot stop our forward charge.

Written Off

lyrics:
Quarter to seven,
I'm out in a record/1
if you're all fucking wise men then why you so aggresive?/2
I'll plonk you on the Wiseman to get your head method/3
How you thinkin', collecin', and register the procession/4
this insipid, civil right, that lets you define your life/5
is more labour bullshit than Whitney fucking Price/6
or Tracy Grimflake on 'Today To-fucking-night'/7
how today you yes-today instead of yesterdays heights /8
i'm sick of all this coverage, i don't wanna discourage,

but I bet those boys on Nauru wish they were in a cave of suffrage
instead of starving, scrambling under the star-light malnourished
and it's illegal for our doctors or medias to get discovering
just how horrible we treat people that love our way of loving, 

from punching on the concrete, my shadow's my villain, because I'm shadowing my heroes by shattering their image
you give them everything you've had, and yet you're still gon' fuckin' give em
your lifes work aye cobber, because you've led a life worth living?
"eh, actually cobber I have mate..."
(puegh, puegh, pogh, peugh...)

An Aussie Bedtime Story (Cypher Entry - Night)

lyrics:

a million dollars is nothing and everything, why do we place so much value on some green-tinted string
rolled together, strung along marionettes of forever, but forever only since the Lydians measured
metal coinage, and rolled a dime that first time
Heads or tails, 
Eyes are breathing, squinting, external entrails
they see shine, see light, ascribe what entails 
Value or scrap for the next in line of our false Pharoahs
Fax arrows these days, in the past, an arrow had to hit heart or marrow just to turn a head of faze, 
to get ahead of the phases we turn to the aimless
material with fiat, just to buy a new fiat to estrange us
to promise us freedom, but work as metal cages, transporting us to move mind more aimless

a million could get me a home, a cage, a toy, a flame 
but my home is where my head likes to toy with the fray
and set about deconstructing the will of ulterior weights
I'm here for the blame, and invest for my family's gain

Cypher Million Dollars

I'm 25 year old aussie lad trying something out. - Jeff

Contact me at jeffthemcee@gmail.com or matt@jeffrey.id.au for any collaborations or inquires.

Dead Jeff

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