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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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Track Name: Sauvignon
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
Track Name: Anarchy (feat. Scott Dalton)
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
Track Name: No More (feat. Eliza Pickard)
[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
Track Name: Nymphomaniac
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
Track Name: Hentai (feat. Aquila Young)
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
Track Name: Jack Torrance
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
Track Name: Mushroom Cloud
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.
Track Name: Chequemate (feat. Aquila Young)
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