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G​.​O​.​D

by Provocalz

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BURIED 03:43
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PRO, PRO Just another deadly brother Word to mother Detached from it all Reactions of war You get smacked in the jaw Eh I walk with the dead Forgotten the worthless Brah I'm rotten in the head Lost with no purpose Dropping gems on the track Face to the furnace In some fresh Air Max We were raped and murdered When they learned of our land Terra Nullius numbers They decreased from disease Genocidal slumbers Colonial dreams Blood-soaked covers Got the blade for the buffer Not contained no structure Raised by this system We all victims, shut up Put the money in the bag, do it Kooris on the come up Getting dosh, brah Uck them unjies Geronimo Cunts get jumped like bunjies Ah, you wanna go You'll get slapped up, cuzzy Got the ruger dacked With a stack full of hundreds Blow Becky's brains out No more good hair, honey I'm the slumlord Pay your rent, blood money Buried in a hoodie Detached from it all Buried in a hoodie Reactions of war Buried in a hoodie Detached from it all Buried in a hoodie You'll get smacked in the jaw Buried in a hoodie Detached from it all Buried in a hoodie Reactions of war Buried in a hoodie Detached from it all Buried in a hoodie You'll get smacked in the jaw Devil in my ear Conversating with Satan Fuck the rocks on your bezel Feel the peril I'm facing Assemble with the crooks The barely awakened Me I'm buried in a hoodie Air Max on the pavement Feeling deadly like I should But empty and vacant Semi auto get a grip Brah, the envious hate us Ancient blood in my veins From when they invaded Stationed in these streets Wear them logos emblazoned On our chest, racked up Doing bumps of death On some [inhale] Cos they love what I rep What you rep, brah? Not that postcard shit In south-west, go hard You don't know, brah, listen Lower-class rhythm Like the blood of a mongol Late night, M5 And I'm loving the throttle Under the night sky Blood on the wattle RIP Pemulwuy, unc Sydney forgot you Buried in a hoodie Detached from it all Buried in a hoodie Reactions of war Buried in a hoodie Detached from it all Buried in a hoodie You'll get smacked in the jaw Buried in a hoodie Detached from it all Buried in a hoodie Reactions of war Buried in a hoodie Detached from it all Buried in a hoodie You'll get smacked in the jaw Pulling out a glock and I'm, 'Where the cash at, ah? Where's the fucking money? Money talks motherfucker Save the backchat, brah That's it!' I'll be swearing at myself Like I even care, ah? 'What the fuck I done?' Waking up in cold sweats Life ain't even fair We find peace in death And survive the despair Buried in a hoodie Detached from it all Buried in a hoodie Reactions of war Buried in a hoodie Detached from it all Buried in a hoodie You'll get smacked in the jaw Buried in a hoodie Detached from it all Buried in a hoodie Reactions of war Buried in a hoodie Detached from it all Buried in a hoodie You'll get smacked in the jaw
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GO HARD 03:38
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P to the RO Leave a motherfucker embargoed We shut our shit down Rep for my mob Black Yellow Red shit Check it No despot on my job Rep for my mob Looking deadly, fresh And I'm blessed but not forgot It's the blood my heart pumps Warrior scarred up Catch a smarts up Catch you slippin hard luck White privilege always talking Never ask us So we push it to the limit When it's time to act up Sparking up a durry Yellin out "Fuck gunjies" On my Sydney shit cuzzy Like Eora country Rocking Huaraches Looking raw in a rugby And my boy's got that raw With the need to make money Street cunt Drop knowledge on the track So we'll fuck a cunt up Only dealing with the facts Punks eager to stomp Westies out the trap Don't fuck with my mob Or my clean Air Max Gonna get blood soaked When I hang ain't got enough rope I keep a blade on me With a bunch of cut-throats You motherfuckers know that You can't fuck with us, brah Cos this that shit, that shit This is that shit, go hard You motherfuckers know that You can't fuck with us, brah Cos this that shit, that shit This is that shit, go hard We're believers in the truth Knowledge kills confusion When the dream is in the youth That'll lead us to revolution The Freedom Ride with some guns on the bus Fully order, there's no more to say, bruz Got our backs to the wall Nowhere to go but advance Australia ain't fair Getting robbed of the chance And these politicians wash the blood off their hands Robbed of our land, it's that old song and dance Shake a leg never scared for you flick a right scam Surrounded by Aussie fake cunts acting like we're fam Talking shit on the net, I know cunts from your area Make it more the merrier until my brother bury ya Deadlier than them town hall steps In a fresh pair of Airs looking who to rort next With no ticket on the train, text a dripping Better mind your own bizzo or you'll be the next victim You motherfuckers know that You can't fuck with us, brah Cos this that shit, that shit This is that shit, go hard You motherfuckers know that You can't fuck with us, brah Cos this that shit, that shit This is that shit, go hard
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G.O.D 03:26
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Fresh to death Sydney's all we fucking rep Ground zero Eh 1967 on the Polo bruz I seen struggle Armageddon through my eyes all I see is trouble G.O.D. in '95s with the green bubbles Greed over dreams, cash rules and I need a bundle I've been humble get devoured we don't fight fair My boys selling powder, street dreams and nightmares In Nike Airs, PRO I'm like a SK Hanging out the window over beats bruz, I let it spray Get away, give me room, I'm on the rise, bruz Top five in the country, fucking right, bruz I was raised in the '90s, heroin and Air Max Now I'm trying to get my hands on that mediene cash Never been a rat, pull the bally down, fade to black Raise a stash, take a crack, we had to fucking make a stack Wad full of hundreds so green like a Raiders hat Motherfucker, you ain't made for that Greed over dollars G.O.D. Bruz I'm Rocky in that meat locker In that meat locker Going hard for mine Going hard for mine Like a fucking street bomber Like a fucking street bomber Greed over dollars G.O.D. Bruz I'm Rocky in that meat locker In that meat locker Going hard for mine Going hard for mine Like a fucking street bomber Like a fucking street bomber Box cutter, box cutter, what you want, brother? I wanna stack a pineapples like a hot summer Greenbacks got me dreaming 'bout some cash Give me reasons to react Leave you freezing from the slash Cold blades, I make a mess like I'm pro hart PRO, south-west I rep it so hard That Sydneyizm, Air Max Tachini rhythm, stand back Motherfucker, you don't want to be an easy victim Seen him slip and caught the cunt Then he dropped like Vision Sipping grog, empty bottles, making wrong decisions Politician hand to heart for their wads I'll mission And I got bars like my cuz that's locked up in prison I shut it down with the Kooris bruz, don't fuck around The Gumeroi 500 makes a fucking sound Pockets empty come up short like John stockton ready to drop gems Brah these rocks are heavy Greed over dollars G.O.D. Bruz I'm Rocky in that meat locker In that meat locker Going hard for mine Going hard for mine Like a fucking street bomber Like a fucking street bomber Greed over dollars G.O.D. Bruz I'm Rocky in that meat locker In that meat locker Going hard for mine Going hard for mine Like a fucking street bomber Like a fucking street bomber Fuck government money, bruz, I'd rather sell drugs Grip a bundle and hustle my way to hell, cuz Somebody tell cunts praying for some fresh Airs We peddle wares, recite the devil's prayer: "As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death In a new pair of Maxes, bruz, looking fresh It's always greed over dreams Fuck whatever's left We're just praying for some fresh Airs." G.O.D. Bruz I'm Rocky in that meat locker In that meat locker Going hard for mine Going hard for mine Like a fucking street bomber Like a fucking street bomber Greed over dollars G.O.D. Bruz I'm Rocky in that meat locker In that meat locker Going hard for mine Going hard for mine Like a fucking street bomber Like a fucking street bomber
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BEHIND ENEMY LINES FT. ANCESTRESS 04:20
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VOICEOVER: Kept in solitary confinement for 23 and a half hours a day, for 15 days straight, he's lost all sense of time and he's deeply distressed. The boy's been asking the guards repeatedly for weeks why he's being kept in solitary confinement and when he's going to be released from his dark, hot, stinking cell. PROVOCALZ: Fuck a Royal Commission, brah These royals' commission The invasion, the genocide, the conditions Where we're prisoners of war The system at its core Is a child on the floor getting kicked in the jaw Stripped of culture, saw that black cockatoo Flying over the yard, that's freedom he never knew Buried in them walls with sadistic screws Who couldn't give two fucks, so they torture and abuse Rehabilitation of a future that's sacred Never happens in the lockup, brah, that shit breeds hatred Gotta fight to survive, that could have been me Young cunt doing crime, life on these streets Just a product of them hard times, honest We tried, did our parents even want us? Empty pockets, so I'm out to make a profit Carry tools for protection and ain't talking about a socket VOICOVER: On the other side of the reinforced door, a group of prison officers is at the ready. The officers on duty tonight are heard laughing at the boy's anguish. PROVOCALZ: The most innocent of lives in a cold, dark cell They're forgotten, like they're in another realm Getting welcomed into hell by a devil in a uniform Failed life so he's out to fucking ruin yours What's the cause and effect? There's no rest for us all War of attrition, only listen when we're forced Bound and gagged, so you know it's fuck them all Thrown in the paddy by your pigger over laws That were built on bloodshed, the death congregation Of this ugly nation Another black death and the government are racists All we've got is us feeling trapped and invaded Deep in them cages and ain't even got a plan Right here on my land as I raise my hand Bedsheet gripped tight round my neck as I cry Because ending my own life's the only way I will survive VOICEOVER: The image you've just seen isn't from Guantanamo Bay or Abu Ghraib, but Australia in 2015. A boy, hooded, shackled, strapped to a chair and left alone. It is barbaric: a system that punishes troubled children instead of rehabilitating them. ANCESTRESS: Murder, neglect and disrespect Is all we can expect from an illegitimate government The colonial context will never relent Till we get our land back again Maybe then we can be friends When the pain begins to mend Till then, keep your hands off our children Hey Mr PM, We all know you turned your back when you first seen them But still you pretend Dance around your lies and your policies In our babies' eyes Spirits dance around campfires, corroborees Don't you see, this is still daylight robbery Nobody's free Everything the government has done to us is shady Always been torturing our babies Swear ya tryna send us crazy The oppressions filling spaces trans-generationally Through our ancestry And it's never gonna stop it seems I guess u can't even have proppa dreams A world without a child's screams Without the violence and torture For your sons and daughters Maybe there's something in the water I think it's all the bloodshed and slaughter That your people taught ya But hey maybe it's time to just reflect on the concept And stop all the nonsense Be honest about your hand in the torment Unlock the cage, because nothing's going to change Till we get our land back again Maybe then we can be friends When the pain begins to mend Till then, be a better man And keep your hands off our children

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Greed Over Dollaz
all beats produced by matt ward @ matward.bandcamp.com

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released January 20, 2019

produced by matward.bandcamp.com

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Provocalz Sydney, Australia

provocalz is a raw straight up no gimmicks no bullshit mc from south west Sydney raised in the 90s the golden era of hip hop..ill flows ill lyricism n for real reasons

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