I am the Lumberjack, Gonna get wood and take it back to the yard, Cut it Down, Spit it up for the sell, Sell it off cos I am the Lumberjack, I eat weed, I don't smoke, Conservative type, Yeah.

I am the bird in the tree, You won't see me, Hanging high, You cut it your gonna die, You never really know just when it will go, And where it all goes nobody knows, You rip up, You tear it out, Maybe you'll register this if i SHOUT, So I'm waiting for the tree to drop, Can you beat me, Can you beat me up, You're gonna beat me up.

I come to the forest, For a walk, And all I see are trees chopped down, So we can have our forest products, at the Expense of Life.

(Hey Jim we got this order for ummmmm about three thousand hectares to be blown down, I mean i don't give a fuck about the environment, Im just doing my fucking job, I gotta put food on the table Bobby, C'mon)

I live in the forest, In a nest, And i can't stand it when trees drop down, So you can have your house, At the expense of life.

(top speed)

Disclaimer: This song was made on a wooden desk, on a wooden floor, in a wooden house, so what, I'm guilty as fuck.

The Expense

RUNNN

First Scratched Apple Song. A tribute to the Fungus P.Sub

P.Sub

Fear This

Sands Incomplete

Boom Skat

The Roots

Dub Me Sir Knight

Music By Hamish Black:

Shaking down the Festies on the Side
You wouldn't know if your runnin to hide
Beating up my own authority
If you wanna a piece then come at me

I want to bury you
I'll break your skull in two

Tensions building up on the west side
Little girlies running to hide
You can feel it out on the streets
Gonna Spill your Blood and Carve your Meat

Meccaroy