3/4 timed story of a rapper striving to make it knowing that to do so he must join "the club" and so in never doing so he finally makes it to heaven having never really "made it" in the earthly realm.

Finally Made It

FINALLY MADE IT

A funky weed appreciation track. Y'all know what I'm talkin' bout.

Mary Jane

High As A Kite

Caint Nobody

A lil story in Latino style about meeting my Filipino wife and our children and how good a boy better be if he wants to be with my daughter

Te Amo Mi Amor Mahal Kita Mahal Ko

A call to rise up against the evil of the Elite and return to freedom.

Modern Slavery (Rise Up)

Inspired by the town of Capel in Western Australia this is a funny story about the oddities of certain folk here if you feel me. Get dem banjo's son.

My Side Of Town

Another chop about the way they screw you over illegally taxing our hard earned money when we should just be free to live and keep what we earn without the elitist world controllers sticky fingers gettin amongst it.

Mr Tax Man

As Long As I Have You

A mildly heavier track about the question of time and why it runs out for all of us.

Time

A funky track to remind my woman that she's all that.

CAIN'T GET ENOUGH

From the tender age of five, I was destined to be a musical dynamo, first pounding the skins with a ferocity that belied my years. By the time I strapped on my first six-string—a rite of passage at age 12—I was already conjuring riffs that echoed through the halls of my youth. School days were a sonic blur as I wielded both bass and guitar in a rock outfit that tore through the classics: Pink Floyd’s psychedelic sprawl, Hendrix’s electric voodoo, Nirvana’s raw angst, Led Zeppelin’s thunder, and AC/DC’s high-voltage grit—nothing was off-limits. But that was just the beginning.

Parallel to the distortion-drenched chaos, I moonlighted in an acapella-style RnB boy band, our harmonies slick enough to turn heads and melt hearts. That gig soon morphed into something grittier—an Aussie hip-hop crew where I became a one-man musical arsenal, mastering every instrument in the mix. Drums? My primal heartbeat. Guitar? My soul’s scream. Bass? That was Larry Graham’s fault—his funked-up genius hit me like a lightning bolt at 15, and I’ve been slapping and grooving ever since. Keys? I dabbled, weaving melodies like a mad scientist in a sonic lab.

By 15, I was no stranger to the spotlight—cutting tracks in studios and rocking gigs with a swagger that only comes from years of hustle. Now, I’m a lone wolf, crafting my own soundscapes. I’ll admit, my vocal chops won’t win any opera awards, but I belt it out with the kind of gusto that makes you feel alive. From schoolyard jams to hip-hop evolution, I’ve lived a dozen musical lives—and I’m still riffing my way through the next one.

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