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RENAISSANCE

by Lane-Harry x Ike Campbell

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Sauvignon 03:02
pop sauvignon in babylon. intoxicated savage subtitled my verse cause this bitch said watch my language overdraw on overbites gold teeth gotta have it hate when im fucking and the bitch is actin passive over this potent my potions exploding fruits of my labour in labour i cloned em on the next flight heading straight to the homeland imprisoned my cousin. please bring Robbie home man pockets stay bronson. mind full of problems vest in the product fuck your deposit fighting the power out any conflict rendering lies that continued to promise traveled cross a continent for a pair of lips and apocalypse bitch its going down like a shopping list now all i hear is contradicts good weed. got that ralph’s name on my jock strap bump lauryn hill and smoke chlorophyll cab driver looks dr phil was never too biggie on biggie and pac my wiki look shitty my hair looks like bach back of the packet im packing a punch this bastards a pastor just praising a monk idols now rivals. survival is tough out wrote all em in a couple of months stuffing my face with a couple of blunts bloodied and bruised. what the fuck is up sip grey goose and make babe ruths i came through and now lane loose say nah nah no hey jude fuck all yall. i hate you. probated my greatness all up on this aces take it or leave it. leave it or take it champagne in the basement. high as fuck and wasted made it to melbourne from melbas one day shit fuck it im living Henry the 8th killing these bitches and smashing these plates freddy vs jason vs ike versus lane verses keep cursing for personal gain worser in person with less of the fame tasting these veins through the tip of my fangs aimed for the top in a top hat and cane its painful to say so so say what is pain pop sauvignon in babylon. intoxicated savage subtitled my verse cause this bitch said watch my language overdraw on overbites gold teeth gotta have it hate when im fucking and the bitch is actin passive pop sauvignon in babylon pop sauvignon in babylon
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oh we fight they tryna bring us down all in spite we watch these cities fall out of sight let it burn in front of me raised in anarchy raised in a city made of sin and tonic skinny bitches pop pills smoke that sip cognac toxics. breath it in til you unconscious chemtrails from airplanes with cameras that watch us taxed by the government. unemployed covenant voice of the pub-a-lic never gonna cover shit yeah bout time we start a real riot scream loud as fuck for anybody being silenced oh we fight they tryna bring us down all in spite we watch these cities fall out of sight let it burn in front of me raised in anarchy Step back just tryna stay lifted Most gifted animal in this fucking exhibit Life gave me lemons and I fucking franchised em Drowned competition left survivors Baptising open mic nights to Ivan Millat All I need now are rubber bands and a cab If we talking money. Start speaking in commas Lord shit bitch raps Ella O'Connor Puff of the pain. Shot of the poison Damn. Rest In Peace Charlotte Dawson Fame, money power. Bitches. Success All in excess. I ain't talking Michael Hutchense Cocaine and threesomes. Two birds and one stone Been out for six nights please let me come home close my eyes cause im bound to hear that flat line villainous and killin it, now look whose the bad guy oh we fight they tryna bring us down all in spite we watch these cities fall out of sight let it burn in front of me raised in anarchy saw god in the flesh. couple shots in his chest bleeding when he said “they aint murder me yet” blood on the streets then he told me whose next bulletproof crucifix cruising in debt sharing a noose. corporation gapettos lying on the news. crack rock in the ghettos raised in a city without any heroes in replaced the pain. called it heroine repossess your soul. the reapers getting old disappear fear bound by chains of gold all these cameras got me feeling truman girlfriend screaming its me or the music intoxicated demolishing pavilions city streets gone and turned me to a fucking pilgrim cant tell whats truth and whats not topped every class in the school of hard knocks the only options are now fame or prison got these snitches in my grip like i just won quidditch and i just wont quit it til i got all figured government push us down then we’ll bring em down with us bitch
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[Chorus] Liquor don't kill the pain no more Highs don't feel the same no more Phone vibrate. It ain't your call Say I'm alright but I ain't at all Weed don't kill the pain no more Love don't feel the same no more Phone vibrate. It ain't your call Say I'm alright but I ain't at all [Lane Verse] She told me get a real job. A 9-5 cause times are real hard I told her "babe, have a little faith. Get my money right then we'll get away" But I'm drunk and ultra faded. She gave me an ultimatum Music or her and I chose this fucking fame shit I still feel her fragrance Won't call me back, numbers gone and changed shit Hennessy could make a better me. Better yet vice it as a remedy So I kicked back and rolled a blunt. Answering machine "sorry to be blunt But Lane consider how I feel. You haven't been home since you signed the fucking deal" Babe you gotta understand its really hard working up to get the house at the boulevard Remember that night we were so fucking wasted, looked you in the eyes and I promised I'd make it? Treat every night like a special occasion. Damn I'm so sorry for spending my savings Now its 4 AM. My temple throbbing Drunken stumbles through your empty lobby Bought you some flowers shit was insufficient Cause he opened the door while you were in the kitchen [Chorus] Liquor don't kill the pain no more Highs don't feel the same no more Phone vibrate. It ain't your call Say I'm alright but I ain't at all Weed don't kill the pain no more Love don't feel the same no more Phone vibrate. It ain't your call Say I'm alright but I ain't at all [Post-Chorus] Say No More. Pain No More x2 [Ike Verse] Ugh. What an error. I removed her sweater Made love to her twice like I didn't know better Passion turned vendetta. Cult of Love & Terror Now I hate art cause of the image in the mirror Ay. I'm going out to Broadbeach and all I get is "Why don't you call me?" I'm sorry, it's all me but lately my brain is turning foggy I'm just scared I won't make a cent until I'm 40 Well surely baby you will understand Or maybe you'd be better with another man Cause lately my mind is in another land Now my head is in my hands, damn Feeling like Yeezy with no ego Like Nevada with no Reno Like Goodie with no Cee-Lo A bit like Ike with no beat though [Chorus] Liquor don't kill the pain no more Highs don't feel the same no more Phone vibrate. It ain't your call Say I'm alright but I ain't at all Weed don't kill the pain no more Love don't feel the same no more Phone vibrate. It ain't your call Say I'm alright but I ain't at all [Post-Chorus] Say No More. Pain No More x2
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Nymphomaniac 03:09
need a nymphomaniac who wont call me back need enough cash to move outta this culdesac and i need to sleep. so insomniac lifestyle done turned me to a maniac just play it back ugh voss water fulla vodka whats up smoke blunts in a cop car Mozart stoned with a broke heart broke as fuck. bank account looking fucking dope ha! rappers diss thats disregarded spit real shit yall piss retarded spoke the truth thats correspondence got so many spins yall feeling nauseous raised hell. devil satanic grandson bad bitch said that im so fucking handsome give head mmmbop like hanson look at your game girl so charles manson
gotta Mia Wallace now she M.I.A. ran DMT now i walk this way single tonight so come vibe with me on that d’usee with two sophie dees need a nymphomaniac who wont call me back need enough cash to move outta this culdesac and i need to sleep. so insomniac lifestyle done turned me to a maniac just play it back ugh damn i love you in a one piece swimsuit then i shoot no gun see leave her shaking. no clumsy swallow down girl no cum geeze thats way too explicit make hits while i hit it exit with an ex and a mistress fuck. cant even tell the difference baddest bitch i ever seen boo keep it spread like you falling in a wingsuit ice cold in this fucking minc dude bound2 while i fuck her on the sink ew need a nymphomaniac who wont call me back need enough cash to move outta this culdesac and i need to sleep. so insomniac lifestyle done turned me to a maniac just play it back ugh
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take me to the slaughterhouse Can't pay attention to the crusifixion ADHD boy 4k just to see the clearer image Akon. blame it on me boy They can't. Roll with my team boy They want. Shoes on my feet boy Yeah nah. Your shit is just weak boy So don't. Speak around me boy Don't say please for a feat-ure D Team is all B Cups My dick longer than my femur Been fuckin err day for like three months Fuck with a rapper like me Throwback like YEEET Take it from the burbs to the streets I ain't got time for no beef Margella mask hold up up a six flags Women. Weed. Liquor. Yeah let's mix that Tims on your couch. Yeah let's kick back Please tell your girl give my motherfucking dick back Oh shit School of hard knocks turned alumni With a hype like I just died So high watching Hentai Bitch I'm the new face of Gen Y So high watching Hentai x2 Maybe we can sort em out Take me to the slaughterhouse Hennesey just pour it out Take me to the slaughterhouse Watchu know about me? Fuck around new Kong King Rap game James Dean She just turned 18. oh shit. She just turned 18 Yall suck dick. I succeed. Oh my god I love me Would you rather be king forever or god for a day? Maybe we can sort em out Take me to the slaughterhouse Hennesey just pour it out Take me to the slaughterhouse So High Watching Hentai
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Bitches do it for the vine, I fucking do it for the paycheck Rappers who next go ahead and take that rain check Verses in gold you cant even get that plain text Lifestyles basically opposite of straight edge Seen so many closed doors. Call me Jack Torrance Swear to God these rappers dropping em Wack Torrents Kill em all then bury em out in that forest Then resume running shit cause i’m that forest Ran this shit Allday, ironic who ain’t shit now Took his ass to pup school told that bitch sit down Six round triple 6 is on fucking head now Devilish grin knock off your head like a Pez wow You ain’t on my level you ain’t even got the console Yeah let em talk I’m just muting every convo Words ain’t shit. Sticks and stones ain’t hurting But they ask for a pic when they see me in person? Ike just keep counting them stacks Man I’m too drunk offa that yac Offa the bat back when wasn’t in rap Went in now I’m the only intact Thats 5K for a verse unless we friends bro Don’t fuck with rappers leave em all in the friendzone Pause Just like I do to your flex. Your driving to the show Just booked the flight to connect Annual income let it hang round my neck Man boys are fucking Faker than Chet Work? Nah, Paid vacation Put in overtime like the game drawn Drinking every night cause all we do is celebrate Weed laced with vicadin sit back and elevate Elle McPhurson in first person cumming on her fucking face Throwing me that pussy I’m like “nah already ate” Now I gotta Marilyn chick. how timeless is this Lately we been fucking like we tryna have kids But she only down cause I’m up and coming And she been around yeah. seen the whole country Fuck raising the bar man I’m raising the section Giving you more well after the lesson these radio stations keep asking me questions Like who are you fucking and why ain’t we met them? I’m like AD suck a boy dick no foreplay Gotta bitch in Michael Kors Cosplay Corby called me. new shit Amore Speaking of which got that flight in the Mornin All my clothes are tailored. Your chucks ain’t even Taylors All hail Lane in your mouth like an inhaler Saw your rapper list and I wasn’t impressed Sydney Morning Herald got me shaking my head
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yesterday went away for a while runway from a mushroom cloud innocence still trapped in a child runaway from a mushroom cloud yesterday told the truth as a liar runaway but caught in the fire todays the day ill hit the ground runaway from a mushroom cloud cigarette ashes duck diving in classics imagine the damage crashing mclarens got em looking at my past like a resume was i too soon or seconds late? secondly why im here today mute the bullshit. press play thought i wrote my best shit and then past it remains to be seen, open casket rappers posting funny pics to get their likes up only one still known for the mic stuff shoutout to sam though man that shit was quite rough white girl with a mouth fulla white stuff when it comes to girls its all mix and match all about the dough. barts simpsons dad showboating show boats all my knicks and knacks end of the day its just a pissing match so scarface. coke on the table got a bitch in her prime. betty grable ima monster smoking mike wazoski givenchy sheets. em ratatwoski went from writing bullshit and getting slept on to slept on but the fucking best going told the world to get fucked and go belle knox so cold when i die i bet hell stops so cold. so cold. let em go. let em go. so cold. so cold. let em go. let em go. tell the world all that you fear the air we breathe is so nuclear tell the world all that you fear woke up and you weren't there yesterday went away for a while runway from a mushroom cloud innocence still trapped in a child runaway from a mushroom cloud yesterday told the truth as a liar runaway but caught in the fire todays the day ill hit the ground runaway from a mushroom cloud american psycho. bitch i might go anthrax in the mail writing typos results are in. whats left to ponder? my whole world turned hotel Rwanda major labels funding club hits same beat, voice sings without substance imagine working 7 days with no pay times it by a year without a fucking break so if we be puppets then we’ll get fame? but if we write our own shit we wont get played? fuck havana brown. fuck timomatic fuck pitbull, flo rida, dj khaled fuck the mainstream. its just lanes team verses like brothels. fuck you pay me cant flag me down no iwo jima verses so bright causing Synesthesia god damn.
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Medusa 02:54
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well im phasing out from the gun and i keep my guesses for sure you cant keep me out on the run anymore [VERSE 1] generation conflicting agendas more money. more kids. less peace referendum love. drugs and war all mixed in the blender oppressing your colour. dividing your gender tried to be honest repeating false promise of better tomorrow though already lost it ticked all the boxes. taxed all the wallets. blacked out the problem not yours i got it i hate when they tell me be patient doctors stay waiting killing off patients painting our faces with blood from the manger radio stations brain washing and lacing i hate when they tell me stay silent deciphering lying from all pontius pilates i am the pilot who shone ultra violet lit up the violence told cities to riot well im phasing out from the gun and i keep my guesses for sure you cant keep me out on the run anymore [VERSE 2] ideology permits the most common of sense hop in a benz that consumed all your cents the fumes and expense that confuse all your ment- al but in all i’m sure you'll repent women and men predesigned for the sin heaven and hell think ill go there again maybe next year if i’m homeless again faded or famous? either i guess addiction confliction my problem dont see that cause honestly drugs are cheaper than rehab so easy to judge forearm in a belt but both of those items came quicker than help unemployed sicker. more riches more health more bitches. more wealth. no money. yourself giving the prospect to conquer all objects. shots to the chess. pawns in the projects. well im phasing out from the gun and i keep my guesses for sure you cant keep me out on the run anymore hope isn’t home. faith is so gone. our fate predetermined. written in stone/ king to a queen to a clown to a great trapped by the money screaming chequemate well im phasing out from the gun and i keep my guesses for sure you cant keep me out on the run anymore [VERSE 3] freedom of speech. read it and weep laying a wreath oil in reefs trying to reach all you can be cuts mean nobody can teach tried to voice nobody was hearing it unemployed yeah lack of experience real world just went and got scary bitch school of hard knocks on 19th period we make noise. does it mean much? mumbles over screens we touch work that job you hate for a cheque to cash in then spend that cash on bullshit distractions some call it life but i call it lies better tomorrow becomes polarised they wanna take you from you. thats i for i futures looking bright hypothectically cause if we’re not drowning we/’ll die in the heat blind leading blind. walking in circles elected those leaders. the ones who hurt you losing touch with my adolescence bitches. depression. addiction. obsession my message ain’t massive its just a confession my sentence was born and birth is death sentence well im phasing out from the gun and i keep my guesses for sure you cant keep me out on the run anymore
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Church 03:47
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Tomorrow 03:14
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Alpha Omega 04:05

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released March 13, 2015

Written by Lane-Harry & Ike Campbell
Vocals by Lane-Harry
Beats by Ike Campbell
Produced by guy Cooper & Ike Campbell
Mixed & mastered by Guy Cooper

Human Records - www.humanrecords.com.au

We would like to give a massive thank you to Guy Cooper for believing in us. Without Guy this album is not possible at all.

We’d also like to give a special mention to our families, 360, Tommy Sheehan, Eliza Pickard, Aquila Young, Scott Dalton, Lily Budiasa, Matt Stubbings, Sam Burge, Kate Miles, Ben Bansgrove, Callen Mowatt, Jimmy Klarson, Zac Wild, Yana Puru, Hunter Brookes, Locke Fitzpatrick, Ayden Wilson, Josh Langlands, Samuel Clout, Jordan Powell, Darren Somerville, Gerald Valilio, Jackson James Smith, Matt Corby, Tess Lindores, Fortafy, Joel Chaama & Lewis Austin.

Front cover artwork by Nicholas Jacobsen.

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