FRUNKSTON FORT (FREESTYLE)

NO THANK YOU

Gorilla

the record

Not Strong Enough

Gift Horse

Two Star & The Dream Police

Rylee & I

Manning Fireworks

She's Leaving You

74: Out of Time (Reimagined)

Once Upon A Time (feat. Gabe 'Nandez & Fly Anakin)

now baby don’t worry bout much they said uncle gonna set you all free. free. i know you been pressing your luck but this luck ain’t gonna charge you for free.

i know you’ve had it to the skin hair, that’s up here, they hawk down, them eyes up in ya labor while you sweat that, you peel back, that bleed will surely cost you… more than you done put it in… a couple servants to the movement. see them cogs up in there scrutinized while hogs will surely move in on ya, but this the sort of institute you choosed it, so if for only moments you could seek to form some union do you think that they could really sow the means that you producing to it.

and why them idols all contribute to it? you think they’re like you? don’t you dare present yourself that foolish! let’s break systems not the flesh that we gone struggle too with.

so when they pick up and arm up they whole set, know they only seek to fish capital safe nets. farm hands and shoremen and wage slave alike, that misery is rotted and spreading in full stride. misery been jotted in record for all time. so let us not go acting like all of this might surprise ya!
its quite the pitty we propagated like that so let us flip script and write back what our hands been doing. what our hands produced and what our hands been full with, that loose change and spool lint it's all rather stupid! i know you’ve seen just how it’s working. ya aunties, ya granddads, they all just lost they purpose and you sit back and wonder ike where have you done heard this? it’s something so perverted when that commune left deserted but see them treats in, they reel you to form some isolation. oh they hold you and steer you to deeper concentration, while that back ache and wage pay aint feeding you in ration when see really you done earned it but know that profit isn’t serving you none.

from my land to yours we’ve exploited it all. from my land to yours we’ve extorted it all. from nation to state we been making it bleed. every village and block that oppression gone reek.
that foot callus, that sweat in the sneak. strong grip palm but blisters is bleak. same sang songs, with no message to reap. why them days seem long but timing is cheap for ‘em? why that strain on the life pouring still?

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Bronze Claw Iso

Slug Song

CA$HED UP (Machinedrum Remix)

till my brain

till my brain

sigma centauri