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Triple J: Home and Hosed, Volume 1: The First Harvest
Disc 1
01. Relapse
02. Who’s Ya Daddy
03. No Through Road
04. Break It Down James Brown
05. Something White and Sigmund
06. Hit 5
07. Straight Thru You
08. Take It or Leave It
09. Try’na Bust
10. No Illusions
11. Nothing Quite Like This
12. I Don’t Know What to Do Anymore
13. Under the Knife
14. Pilot Error
15. Why Do I Try So Hard
16. Ocean
Disc 2
01. Uprock This
02. Lock and Load
03. Burn Down the Parliament
04. Kid You’re a Dreamer
05. Everytime
06. We’re Here About the Buddha’s
07. Dante
08. Every Song
09. Microphone Diseases
10. Armies Against Me
11. Your Way
12. Russell Crowe’s Band
13. Like a Call
14. Caught Me
15. Fingerpointing
16. Sleepyhead
Feel like creator when you catch the right glance
Smiles make you statue, I walk in a trance
To look around crosses the thoughts, I took the chance
His smile advanced, a glimmer in the eye and started to dance
This part of me darted just as it got close
Raffery patterns emerging into smoke

We cute noises until thy awoke
Provoking a dream to catch the stoke
Once he stroked me, the queen
Goddess of the darker scene
Thought the eyes meant you were keen
Maybe I'm just caught in this spotlight and contort
Images so bright, spark your blood and abort

We jumping and grinding
Speak my words like boys in timing

Lyrics just be shining like I be blinding
Fame I be finding until I find me

Whirl across the seven seas
To get my song slayed and people please

So you dumb bitch to get off her knees
She just seems to stumble, I do it with ease
Making you buzz like the sound of the bees
Always test these strings to be the queen and rhyme on the big screen
Riding the black limousines, make the crowd scream
I flow like water in a stream
Cut the mad fucking scheme all off your merry regime
I be stomping through your daydream, practicing all keys
Cuz in the line of the bars, I'm grand the queen

Flowing so high, flowing so raw
I feel like a virgin keeping it tight
Step to the mic, creating some fuse with the switch
I proved to bitch you can't fuck with this
Scratch the tip, I got too many equations

No other truthful situations
With the lyrical communications and abbreviations
That come with us Caucasians
The white princess wins the contest
Gets the treasure chest, I be the best
Y'all want an answer? Fish out your placenta
And pop it in a blender

Then you'll be the contender of these lyrical juice I keep for juice
You'll be induced with the words that I seduce
With three to one, how 'bout you choose?

How 'bout you choose?

I be the queen lyrical genius
You're probably memorizing my thesis
Trying to figure out how to catch these microphone diseases
But my technique and style will cut you to pieces
So go back and pray to your Jesus
'Cause I won't stop flowing 'til my mouth seizes and freezes

Just quit if you couldn't handle
Your whole world would dismantle
I melt your heart like a candle
'Cause my wordcraft is a surprise
When you gonna realize I can energize all that I verbalize?

There ain't no compromise, it's unwise to criticize
You know vibes, 'cause the queen has arrived