UNORTHODOX

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This is dedicated to the few who still like that lyrical flow.
To the mates that helped out, and even jumped in the booth (Jase, Fegs and Burkett) Also to everyone that has come seen me live and support what we do. Many thanks to Pt, Diabolic and also Jae Moon who produced most of the tracks on this EP, also Studio Stew for the work he has put in.

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released November 1, 2013

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Track Name: The Eighty Cure
Took over Steve's job now I'm knocking on bill's gate/
with real mates, two machetes ready with steal blades/
sipping liquid from magic 8 balls when i cracked it/
jump schooners stacked 8 tall and did a back-flip/
riding with private Pyle, our full metal jackets on
snapping the backs of acrobatic for acting like I'm rapping wrong/
aware of ill addicts of rap i will battle or scrap/
in combat saddled to cattle the pack/
I'm nice as fuck, bitch, but only coz ur misses said it/
you as bad as rapping cunt, like my fuckin Christmas presents/
invested in independence, bitter than diabetics/
a reference to mics i check it digesting the vibe to edit/
set a high standard I'm better than average rappers/
sat in terminals as Schapelle's personal baggage packer/
the one who fast forwards a chorus when it starts/
a repertoire, split a 20 like its 10 apart/
heat the earth up right until when hell freezers over/
tell heath to wake up, yo this world needs a joke/
nearly sober need braces to make my teeth straighten/
bit the ring off a freemason an keep the police waiting/
i took a stab in the dark, walking with a butter-knife/
took another lifetime to rhyme it like the colour white/
but white aint a colour bring light to blank canvases/
advanced with a right to fight with the outlandish kids/
bandaged ribs dipped in ink an hand stamped this shit/
vandalise with rare print, my house now abandon since/
I ran with all i had ball in my backpack a pen an a pad/
sat back an it ended sad wreck tracks when theres venom spat/
an aussie illmatic so-craticlly still at it/
a classical real graphic climatically spill magic/
I'm skilled thats it, for real that sick?!
I'm back bitch with cracked ribs could still react quick/
since cream is the acronym what you faggots lack i bring/
I'm panicking, while I'm shattering these manikins/
stiffer then liquor, pouring Jim over the porcelain/
prelude of this present time past then what the future brings/
couldn't afford to drink till my endorsements settle in unison/
on a level to prove it then push the peddles to move again/
gotten better since, with rotten senses of writtens/
been fucking with these cats then gone digesting there kittens/
rhyme best when I'm sipping on lime zest in the kitchen/
with sinus so I'm sniffing on grinned pepper an twitching/
gotta warn a brother that I'm loony with the tunes/
drank the water colored paint aint what the uni kids assume/
she's overheated, went on an overseas trip/
since this chicks a bulimic and she only eats dick/
you know she's cheated, proceeded to be bitch/
fuck respecting this chick when cheating the reason they split/
flash backs an packed stack scrapes of whack raps/
back packs with snap backs sagging a dragging knapsack/
trapped in a black jag with tape around my mouth now/
found bouncing round on a roundabout shouting out/
awoke off the couch in my house found on the ground/
empty cans, 6 stacks, home brand of chips packets/
stacked it when i sat up didn't matter coz i was maggot/
without a mattress black stain jacket beaten an batted/
another season I'm scatted and rattled in battled/
razzled an dazzled fragile unraveled shackled an trapped to/
think i rap smooth, in my batman's suit/
put your hands down bitch before the fat man scooped/
got the power to bend a spoon with a kinda mind state/
to write rhymes through the night an give the blind a migraine/
the deaf feel me like braille since listeners prevail/
balancing on a scale till the weight'll feel unstable/
I'm about five eight with the power the take over/
a Sydney mind state without a shower to make sober/
I'm sour now, shit, been bitter sweet before/
split mcs in 4s my 16s leave em raw/
between the walls, assortments of cheese and chalk/
rang the pizza store an ordered a supreme in court/
with a pin stripped law suit that i found and bought two/
with more views then an a house in Vaucluse/
i need all the luck i can get, this shits got me running dry/
now's the 100th time lightning strike while I'm tryna write/
and my right earphone keeps buzzing an now it won't work/
its raining off bus running home with a soaked shirt/
i speak fluent Australian whose truant and dangerous/
blatantly insane with every piece of music created/
improved but aint changed so you can choose to embrace it/
fuck fake shit, so fuck the lucky dudes who've made it/
Track Name: Runnin'
shit its been about a week now
stressing out, an i haven't wrote a thing down
I'm far from successful, I'm kidding myself
dealing with it, tryna find who's willing to help
still in myself, own skin, own shoes
own two feet but to quit now, its so soon
didn't think it be this hard I'm staring at my review
the troubles from my past are scary but i steer through
its been over a year since aim for the head
taking shots in this game but we aint making a dent
then the a few mates here tryna help me stay focused
but i notice its hard though, without the same motives
you'll never see the butterflies i get, before my shows,
then once i finished the other guys set, is all alone
but shit, if pubs wont pay i shouldn't play
iv been slave in this game (but its advertising my name) -slow it does
it aint for the money, bonuses i get come last
plus iv now notice its slowly becoming less fun, fast
can't do it half assed, lounging an found in a mess
head pounding, walking with a cloud of regrets

i put my heart in this music then pull nothing out of it
heading for the clouds but shit its the fucken ground hit
so I'm under, but i don't mind if people can relate
never be replaced this problems got me in a state
where I struggle to pull a crowd if it wasn't for my mates
coz there's puddles on the ground in the bottom of the crates
I'm writing this with the same pencil i did with sink
recorded the blindfold and got it printed on a disc
but honestly, shit, there stuff i don't talk about
like how i walk with doubt head down from what its storing now
its like a time capsules, my mind goes numb
since i been around my world on the 501
looking at the city through a bus with scratched glass
that's my backyard, the playground where this rap start
i put my soul in the rapture and they said it wasn't clever
don't really care if the world ends, I'm ready for whatever
Track Name: Attic Music ft Diabolic
Casa verse
regardless of the artist the hardest artist to par with/
this bastard is a target its Ramadan an I'm starving/
I'm rather calm an departed, half my arm in a basket/
jumped in front of a car crumbled and cut it in half with/
a chainsaw, what the fuck you think i came for/
blow up the place, placing the stage with claymores/
the same laws got me still living up in a canopy/
iv had a sleep, unlatching stairs in the attic see/
slipping in an outta imaginary reality/
its rather scary fact that he's catching fairies to battle me/
casually snatching casualties, its blasphemy/
like adam an eve, stashing the leaves up off the apple tree/
the rap machine (casa) the terminator/
the perpetrator gave me the grades an i burnt the papers/
cut the circuit breakers an rise like helium gas does/
crouched under your stairs standing round with my back hunched/

hook
this that attic music, got you looking for the room switch/
attic music, new shit that your confused with/
attic music, call it an erratic movement/
fuck living underground i need somewhere to run around/
this that attic music, got you looking for the room switch/
attic music, new shit that your confused with/
attic music, call it an erratic movement/
fuck living underground placed here till i crack an then loose it/

Diabolic's verse


hook
this that attic music, got you looking for the room switch/
attic music, new shit that your confused with/
attic music, call it an erratic movement/
fuck living underground i need somewhere to run around/
this that attic music, got you looking for the room switch/
attic music, new shit that your confused with/
attic music, call it an erratic movement/
fuck living underground placed here till i crack an then loose it/


Casa verse
Don't get me pissed off, ill grab you hipsters by the throat/
till you pissed your skinny jeans an can hit the highest notes/
give me the microphone, huh since my life's provoked/
iv been diagnosed with eye like kaleidoscopes/
got minds to blow, pen so sharp i could write in stone/
stuck in this battling mode up on the Vatican's throne/
doubled the maximum dose I'm so accident prone/
tapping triple 0, my phones batteries low/
blanket of smoke trapped inside the back of my throat/
fallacy goes, the hosts on a reality show/
rather be broke with no home, starting to choke/
Guillard's then scoped, since the tax on carbons a hoax/
charged till we broke, got the nerve to ask for our votes/
after a joke like thats got my fucking ass in a rope/
i'm hardly the most sober artist that flows, when darkness approach/
starving got me harden laugh as the target to most coz this that..

hook
this that attic music, got you looking for the room switch/
attic music, new shit that your confused with/
attic music, call it an erratic movement/
fuck living underground i need somewhere to run around/
this that attic music, got you looking for the room switch/
attic music, new shit that your confused with/
attic music, call it an erratic movement/
fuck living underground placed here till i crack an then loose it/
Attic Music
Track Name: Too Deep
I'm like a dead man walking shackled from head to toe/
whats said when the mans talking baffled who's next flow/
complex but slow, i turn highly unattainable/
make use when I'm unstrained rhyming until my page is full/
iv poisoned the earth, spiked the fountain of youth/
hours consumed in the booth i never found an excuse/
now a smart ass is tryna tell me nothing rhymes with purple/
every rhyme that's internal could burn a line through your journal/
conceded, who could i turn to, had to stop the threats/
since you regretted getting no regrets tatted on your neck/
so check, then snatched the fucken food chain/
awoken snorlax with these raps, like he just heard my flute playing/
like a periodic chart, the letters appear to him/
evident that medicine-sediments flow better than helium/
so put the CD in, straight from the pen to the page/
aint taking shit for granted since i fell on a stage/


Don't think they'll ever find me I'm deep in the underground
hear me banging from the sewer when you sleep i run around/
the sun is down when I'm out, and I don't think its coming back
so when you listen to my raps see what i bring upon a track

Don't think they'll ever find me I'm deep in the underground
hear me banging from the sewer when you sleep i run around/
the sun is down when I'm out, and I don't think its coming back
so when you listen to my raps see what i bring upon a track


fuck showing up to contest I'm blowing up like bomb threats/
on edge and I'm stressed so do exactly what the song says/
dropped when i was born, and my skull broke at birth/
soaked in turps, pray for sleep so i can cope at work/
compose verse, closed curtains and ask other serpents/
the snake slimes reviled, when the grass cutters burnt it/
wordsmiths addiction sink, than I rap again/
that's why i start to question every fucking thing that's happening/
turn this shit up louder till your fucken ceilings shook/
no appealing hooks my lyrics printed in children's books/
simply put, I'm tired and my eyes are projected/
sinus affected while doing lines of asbestos/
rhyme a whole sentence, without looking back an forth/
rap like crack withdraw beats so heavy it crack the floor/
smash the door open at dinner and run up in your house/
cracked a case in your living room an sat up on the couch/


nah they'll ever find me I'm deep in the underground
hear me banging from the sewer when you sleep i run around/
the sun is down when I'm out, and I don't think its coming back
so when you listen to my raps see what i bring upon a track

nah they'll ever find me I'm deep in the underground
hear me banging from the sewer when you sleep i run around/
the sun is down when I'm out, and I don't think its coming back
so when you listen to my raps see what i bring upon a track


see how quickly it swept in, this suddle fog in like eighty bars/
rob the bottle shop and smuggle grog in a graveyard/
i slave hard this rhyme, never sympathetic/
not a schizophrenic but when i see my silhouette I panic/
pillows wet when it splattered, aint familiar with my wordplay/
kill you on the track, like a grenade in the birds cage/
im deep in the sewers where the Colombian kids live/
hunted by death squads, stuck on the governments hit list/
and since this, I quit asking cunts for forgiveness/
run with these lyrics your hearing, but its non of your business/
see we immune to the dark, there's no need for the sunlight/
we stay shadowed deep down an agree we the subtype/
they know what I'm saying, the echo from the tunnels travel/
under gravel that'll shake, trains make the funnels rattle/
the sun will battle to even fade through the first layer/
so i stay up, how long does it takes to work your way up/


they definitely will ever find me I'm deep in the underground
hear me banging from the sewer when you sleep i run around/
the sun is down when I'm out, and I don't think its coming back
so when you listen to my raps see what i bring upon a track

they definitely will ever find me I'm deep in the underground
hear me banging from the sewer when you sleep i run around/
the sun is down when I'm out, and I don't think its coming back
so when you listen to my raps see what i bring upon a track
Track Name: The Forecast ft PT Fresh
Meteor showered the preacher, breathing loud on the beat but/
with rhymes that could straighten the leaning tower of Pisa/
believe us.. since the towers are bent its/
found lurching around down canals up in Venice, see/
iv been out to Venice beach with a round of Hennessy (yuk)/
that i downed, i tend to be drowned an left at sea/
now the heavy breeds, said to me they'd fled the streets
I posted this shit to pete, yeah the letter reads/
we take the scene by storm, you can feel a change is coming/
check the forecast and don't walk passed when you see brave are running/
saved it for something huh, our rap its completely different/
perhaps the weak will give in, given the tracks i speak persistent/
a quiet crowed, call it the silence of the lambs/
exiting a riot promoting violence to the fans/
I'm spiraling a trance, stomach bile in my hand/
while the mans standing as the damn tyrant of the land
huh, what i say in my line and lyrics/
scratched on the walls and painted in hieroglyphics/
my time has shifted the game but I came to save it/
since i come from a place where the shadows stained the pavement/
its faded enough to paint a picture with no color/
just black and white, its sinking in slow, some are/
at the brink of the scope before i go just let me finish/
*cough* pete take over for a minute, shit/

PT Fresh verse

they'll be tryna changed there flow the time cas came/
but ima stay blind till i explode like a flash bang/
slow mo like Max Payne with penicillin injections-/
like concealing a weapon when this pen is killin infections/
there stealing my sentence, ripped a page from my scripture/
amazing, ill have your camp blazing like Hitlers/
erased from the picture like I'm back to the future/
have you cut from your supply like I attack your producer./
bodies stuffed in my basement like a taxidermist/
the graphic version, cut your face like plastic surgeons/
you couldn't scratch the surface if you were wolverine/
like every tracks verse is, you haven't fooled the scene/
and your tools are clean but claim you put work in/
you stick your shovel in the dirt but it aint for the purpose/
an i sculled half a pint of a paint tin now I'm color blind/
i spit leaches with the same wings as a butterfly/
summon rhymes in my stomach with creatures of other kinds/
that breed but some divid an proceed to then come alive/
deprived of these beats, battling stress spitting my forte/
I walked through the valley of death, littered the walkway/
called a priest to then come help defend us from these demons/
bleeding out on a track like my pen does when its leaking/
see i use to be frighten of these heights when i was younger/
stand on skyscrapers now to catch light when it thunders/
Track Name: Empty Pages
Staring at these blank pages waiting for an idea
i can't take it, waiting to write an make my mind clear
empty canvas mixed up my brains stirred
wait, though of some shit (fuck it) page turned
square one once again another sip another pen
scrunching it, I'm running with one of my other plans
at the moment it aint easy if you noticed they can't beat me
so they leave me, without a motive to try an defeat me
I take my time with rhyme coz it takes me to hell then
you'd now understand why i never had a girlfriend
imagine how iv felt, most times i hate to trust
when i drink it slows down but when awake I'm rushed
fuck, there we go we started it
now gota finish, I'm barely close, my heart is split
iv spilt it, gotten to flow with a cursive tongue
when words just come, whatta ya kno the verse is done

coz i only got a 16 to tell you how my life is kept
every righteous step i try to stress when i write depth
there's just not enough bars and not enough verse
not enough pages to write when my pen is in cursive
a wordsmith, whose now running out of time
when i put my pen to pad i feel I'm running outta lines
an i can't slow down, or take a second to rest
through every sentences that's kept there still expecting my best


no more fucking around now, building momentum
the tension, I'm just sitting here wielding my headphones
I'm placed in my own world where every things cold
this fucken weight on my shoulders gotten heavy to hold
since 20 years old, they wanna know what motivates me
never slow an lazy, clear flow in HD
I'v been pulled apart, maneuvered and split
if somethings too good to be true man it usually is
they ask if I'm alright and its hard to say no
dribbling problems in the taxi, pissed on the way home
where'd half today go?, start to accept my fate
the rest awaits, estimating the second attempts iv made
feel like the atmosphere just collapsed my rap career
the average ear don't get it, coz every actions packed with fear
back on track though coz i was worried for a minute
probably aint listening, aint gonna hurry for the finish

coz i only got a 16 to tell you how my life is kept
every righteous step i try to stress when i write depth
there's just not enough bars and not enough verse
not enough pages to write when my pen is in cursive
a wordsmith, whose now running out of time
when i put my pen to pad i feel I'm running outta lines
an i can't slow down, or take a second to rest
through every sentences that's kept there still expecting my best

watch me outdo my first EP in one verse
truthfully before released my CD i was once cursed
for me to top what i do man, every studio session
got me stressing, but its stupid those pressures
got me writing like this, so fuck how can it be
these mountains are steep, how to make the doubters believe
fuck a therapy session that left my parents then stressing
lie to my psychiatrist, fucked off in less than a second
kept it inclosed, infected then and blessed with a gift
use a pen and depict when this depression exist
forgot to mention iv left em still with there mouth shut
my names like this house coz i was built from the ground up

coz i only got a 16 to tell you how my life is kept
every righteous step i try to stress when i write depth
there's just not enough bars and not enough verse
not enough pages to write when my pen is in cursive
a wordsmith, whose now running out of time
when i put my pen to pad i feel I'm running outta lines
an i can't slow down, or take a second to rest
through every sentences that's kept there still expecting my best
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