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Fields Are Burning
05:59
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Back Through The East
06:13
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Ay man
It’s John City man
I’m in ya city, man
Melbourne city, man
In the east of Melbourne
Cruising through the east
Unkle Adams at the wheel, in the back we got a priest
Looking for a spot to get a feast
Let’s go to Bakers Delight
Unkle Adams, man
Whachu gotta say, G
Tell ‘em, G
When they ask who the man, you better mention me
I’m in the basement bitch, flippin’ NFTs
Okay, okay, tell ‘em again, man
Wachu doin’ man
Unkle Adams, man
When they ask who the man you, better mention me
I’m in the basement bitch, flippin’ NFTs
Yuh
Flippin’ NFTs
John City
East, west, north, south
We in the east
Eastland shopping center
Unkle Adams in the back
Smoking on some crack, aw man
West, north, south, east
We in the east
At Bakers Delight
Gonna get a feast
At Bakers Delight
Yuh
John City
East, west
When they ask who the man you, better mention me
I’m in the basement bitch, flippin’ NFTs
In the basement, bitch
Flippin’ NFTs
Yuh
(Ooh, take it down)
Yuh
Yuh
East, west, north, south
We in the east
Eastland shopping center
Box Hill Central, in the east of Melbourne
Unkle Adams flippin’ NFTs
How ‘bout you suck on these
Yuh
(I’m in the basement, bitch)
Money makin’ Manhattan in NYC
I represent the hood called Gramercy
In a housing complex that’s by the river
Every time you listen to this the creator gets bigger
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Tingo
04:44
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Maybe I should meditate on
Everything that led me here
Circumstantial situations
All my money disappeared
I need a dealer just to kick it
Relax all day and chill all year
My vision's cloudy, fuel my fire
In Alphington drinking beer
East-side reppin' what we're spending
It's really none of your concern
Really miss the days that passed us
Passed out naked Footscray station
The summers spent in sunset gardens
The ketamine was crystal clear
Someone has racked my shoes,
some dog cunt racked my fucking shoes,
Was it worth it at all?
Oh, never going home
Watch me lay in the middle of the road
I'm a goner, that fact is known
Tingo….
(Was it worth the fall?)
Maybe I should meditate on
Everything that led me here
Circumstantial situations
All my money disappeared
I need a dealer just to kick it
Relax all day and chill all year
How close to our graves will we get?
I've got a fucking degree in Ornithology
Watch it burn as I fucking tweak in the woods
Uh
I've been smoking wood, I'm smoking fire
My visions cloudy fuel my fire
(My visions cloudy fuel my fire)
Passed out naked Footscray station
Passed out naked Footscray station
All those summers spent in sunset gardens
The ketamine was crystal clear
Sing it all
Sing it all
Cigarette and margarine
Before we forget
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To The Evening Dealer
03:44
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(Motherfucker)
Yeah, yeah
Makin' my life
Makin' my life work out through rhymes
Innovation
Revelation
Talkin' 'bout 'lations
Trials and tribu-
Shit
Give us the crack
I won't send it back
I'll give it to my people who will smoke up the stack
Freebasing coke
(What are you doing?)
In the library
(Can I see some ID?)
Off the spine
Of a dictionary
(Do I need to call security?)
Everlasting journey searchin' for that green
Need a good feed, smoke up, let's eat
Hit up the Kebab joint on Smith street
Give us the crack
I won't send it back
I'll give it to my people who will smoke up the stack
At the liquor land rackin' all the stock
Last time I went there cops told me to stop
I won't let up
Even if I'm locked up
Got big guns, beans, beams and glocks
White got me tickin'
Just like a clock
Rolex watch but I can't read fuckin' analogue
Everyday
Take it down
Take it down
That's the way
That's how I like it
(Talkin' bout' trials and tribu-
Lations!)
Makin' my life
Makin' my life work out through rhymes
(Ronald Reagan on a bitch!)
Get those trees
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7. |
Count To Three
08:50
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I'm on Brunswick street
I'm packing everything that I can into my van
I got tired of doing crack
And I moved to Methamphetamine
I got a couple of friends
And they're givin' me free ketamine
I do my rounds of every shop and store
I wait out the front for my boys
And pass 'em a gram, yeah
Oh, sing to me
So I know if death is my bride
Hear me sing
Swim to me
Here I am
Time to choose
It's all mine
(My boy)
Oh, dealer's choice
dealer's choice
Dealer's choice
Dealers...
Oh I know, yeah I know
Oh I've been knowing for oh so long,
I know, you know, we hate each other,
and I'm gonna take my revenge on your house,
You know how i go
Thinkin' it and thinkin, it
And cigarette, and cigarette
I'm smoking on crack
And I'm smoking my whole damn life away
I'm in the pale
I know that I'm in the glue
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I'm With Dante
00:21
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I'm reading Dante's Inferno
Doin, blow off the back of the spine
Doin, blow with Dante
He says
"You're going to hell"
I said "why?"
"Cuz you're gay", he say
I'm with Dante
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12. |
Hell's Experiment
05:15
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Who's gonna get fucked up tonight?
Who's gonna get fucked up tonight?
Motherfuckers tryna test me
They can't arrest me
Cuz I've committed too many crimes
I've got a thousand coke
Grams
Who's hot tonight?
Who's hot tonight?
First
GHB
To make me weak
Then ice
Fluffs me up like freshly cooked rice
Then crack
Increases the chronic pain in my back
A pure joint of salvia
I'm ready
For hell
Man, we got it all
We got it all
We got it
We got it all
We got it all
We got it
We got it all
We got it all
We got it all in the club
And we can't even go, mane
Let me see that ass
On the ground right now
Gonna shoot you in the ballsack, ballsack
Who's gonna get fucked up tonight?
Who's gonna get fucked up tonight?
AW HELL
KILL JOHN CENA
KILL JOHN CENA
We got it all
We got it all
We got it
We got it all
We got it all
We got it
We got it all
We got it all
We got it all in the club
And we can't even go, mane
GHB, crack, ice and salvia
On this gorgeous day in Australia
Marijuana seeds
In the goddamn breeze
Cuz I own a farm
Pissin' on the lemon tree cuz I'm getting cooked
But I piss cuz I'm drinkin' on the stuff
I've got a couple cobbers who will shot you
If you come near me
My name is Unkle Adams but that doesn't mean I
Fuck around bitch
Fuck around bitch
I am, I am Unkle Adams
I am, I am Unkle Adams
I am
We got it
We got it all
We got it all
We got it
We got it all
We got it all
We got it all in the club
And we can't even go, mane
Sippin' on the spoon
Drinkin' on the stuff
Every single day
Gotta get paid
I've got a job
In the UK
It's dealing drugs
It's dealing drugs
The Queen's got me
Under a house arrest
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13. |
Back Through The West
01:48
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The drug Fentanyl was created almost sixty years ago as a painkiller
And there's no doubt it works
Cruisin' through the West
In a stolen Mitsubishi
Smoking spliffies, feeling blessed
Wolf is driving
Mr Cheese in the back tryna stop our hostage from crying
Burner phones
Lots of weapons
Smash and grab, in and out in a couple of seconds
Now we're cruisin' through the west
through the west
through the west
through the west
through the west
Cruisin' through the West
In a stolen Mitsubishi
Smoking spliffies, feeling blessed
Wolf is driving
Mr Cheese in the back tryna stop our hostage from crying
Cruisin' through the West
In a stolen Mitsubishi
Bumping Mitski, feeling blessed
Dealers of God, we don't quit
We just go to jail for a bit
Got the cops on our back
Call up my homie Dr Dick like where you at
They tell me that we have a rat
So I reach for the glovebox, take the GAT
Now we up on the Westgate
Swear I told you cunts take a left, don't go straight
Did a Uey
We're going back
We're going back through the west
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14. |
Gasolina
04:53
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19. |
Releasing My Shackles
06:11
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20. |
Mind-Altering Substances
02:07
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