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Triple J: Home and Hosed, Volume 3: Ripe 'n Ready
Disc 1
01. The Familiar
02. Ladies & Gentlemen
03. My Enemy
04. You Kill Me
05. Clean
06. All Night
07. Hold Back
08. AEIOU
09. The Space Between (demo version)
10. Pissin' with the Cat Man
11. Shutterspeed
12. One in 10,000
13. Fractions
14. This Bed
15. Wrecking Ball
16. Bam Bam
17. Rain
18. (Not) All Right
Disc 2
01. Fallen Giants
02. Kingswood
03. Here is the Punishment
04. Walls
05. Water
06. Undercover
07. Complications
08. Lost in the Woods
09. Alice May
10. The Doldrums
11. Thousand Cuts
12. Heaps Good
13. Game of Life
14. Things Between People
15. Then You Appear
16. Sharkfin Blues
17. Make Me Love You
18. Gentle As She Goes
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My words disperse as spears that pierce and harpoon
Through ya first rap down to your last tune
This ain't some fast food, it's a gourmet saute
I rock it like Rebecca De Mornay
And what the courts say ain't always justice
And what gets airplay can't always be trusted

You've got some balls and a dick but it still doesn't click
What ya fuckin' with, thick skull, numb nuts
Funny like dumb sluts jumpin' into the bang bus
You can thank us for bringin' new riddin' you of all of the rank stuff
Muph got the handcuffs
To put the kink in ya thinkin' and the bitch in ya system

The binge in ya drinkin', while you swing with the victims
I live in this tradition and keep kickin' like unborn infants
You can't flow hell, no, you're impotent limited, I'm finishin' off
These fantasy mythological frauds, I strike chords with honesty that can't be ignored
Mop the floors of ya weak spillage
Screen visuals like village, I came to kill ya fillets

We'll never fade like your jeans would
Muph & Plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good
They ain't sick, boy, they just seem crook
Muph & Plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good

We'll never fade like your jeans would
Muph & Plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good
They ain't sick, boy, they just seem crook
Muph & Plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good

And I'm a throw these mood swings in orbit
Watch 'em collide and the self pity forfeit
The morbid mic motivator
Cornered in a calculator scores low figures forced to
Support a demonstrator of low budget innovator
My raps sat and hatched in the incubator
Where the rest of the chickens remain positioned heaps later

Heaps later, heaps later, hey yo, I'm heaps greater, heaps fresh
Heaps nice, heaps sick, heaps dope
Haps tight, heaps obliged to represent my life, I'm that typecast
Who creeps through the dark, heart parked in the mineshaft

These sheep sleep on the smarter art like Carhartt try hards
Give my kind regards to the die hard jocks
Who would non stop mock the fact that I love hip hop

Well, I caught 'em applying lip gloss and sporting spotted frocks
Getting smacked like shuttlecocks
Comin' across the raised nets, the same set only to digress and get dropped

They couldn't get props from their drama teacher, there's not a spot
Where karma can't come and reach ya
I do my own thing while you follow the leader
Ya best to believe in the Muph

We'll never fade like your jeans would
Muph & Plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good
They ain't sick, boy, they just seem crook
Muph & Plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good

This is heaps good, you ain't Fleetwood, you can't Mac
My raps make you crash like a car nap
While drivin' mobile I fit the profile of the gift to flow, while
These senile slow smile silly rappers
Sound better played backwards

I'm tired of the manufactured
High wired dramatic actors
That you find attractive
Held captive by the multi's even if the message is faulty
Colby cheese oozin', please keep movin'

You need improvement and bleed confusion
Leave 'em stupid, I maneuverd passed the sparks
You're a hard ass, smart ass on the net
But I'm not gonna break a sweat at these little kiddies tryin' to diss me
Swept straight under the rug

This is for those that dug my flows
Kept me on my toes ya know, chose more than music

Absorbed it, bought it, enjoyed it, absorbed it, got lost, lose it
Disputed my integrity, a sorry apology if I was rude when ya met me
And eventually I'll make it up to you

To the haters I don't usually give a fuck but fuck you

We'll never fade like your jeans would
Muph & Plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good
They ain't sick, boy, they just seem crook
Muph & Plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good

We'll never fade like your jeans would
Muph & Plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good
They ain't sick, boy, they just seem crook
Muph & Plutonic and ya know that we're heaps good