Renegade set, uploaded to the cloud been travelling astrally, inside the dome now pool party belly flopper, mojito molly dropper copper dong lover, all of the above crowman, enigma god among us before my skim flat white even passes my lips I’m spitting set lists and hits, while taking a piss next thing I’m on the macbook, airing my thoughts chores to the floor while my plays are wrought not for nothing aaron sork, never coming up short 50k of words like a brick of the snort screenplay on the side about a man made god no sorry, it’s not a biog gamble on the big games, safe on the small not a typical griffindor, I’m a scorpio warlord buck hunting fuck knuckles who think they rhyme hard Phillip Island winery, get the wine cart come fast and laugh, heart attack on the bonersphere wake up sticky like the sheets are a spiderweb yo renegade set, uploaded to the cloud gig in the toilet, gig on the ground settlers of cat an gig, gig in your house pay me a six pack, I’ll bang it the fuck out that’s an ad in a beat break, revolutionary you know pollution’s scary, increase of 2 per cent in global temperature and that’s a big shift in the weather patterns don’t know what the fuck will happen wildfires, cyclones getting biblical but crowman will be there, mumbling incoherent If I depress you, good, rapping is uncomfortable put the condom on, before I fuck the world Woop Woop! not just a social call ocean party faction, get it, political animal fish rights, dead lights, cannibals ok. Crash the car into a bank, download the app Cash on demand, kids in the back pawn my guitars, 2000 dollars cash spread it out on my mattress climb the walls, do a backflip yeah hey keep going biosecurity risk, petrochemicals high on the watch list, ASIO criminal highly ethical, with my testicles they’re symmetrical and exceptional MAKE THE PM sweat when the mixtape leaks Eat more vegetables and less meat God, you’l make the crewman speak life is bleak, in the cell of the air that we breathe, it’s hard to fall asleep blow weed like a shroud look out it’s chemtrail clouds

Gonna hit you where you live Gonna hit you where you live In the belly of the beast, the dotted line of the lease where you sleep, where you eat, from Merri Creek So lo-fi, Ten ks, as the crows flys! 211 Alibion, the nest in Melbourne yeah you heard it Home of Crow and few bros that’s a murder Service station cap backwards hashtag mugging Purchased at the yass junction, swagamuffin piled on top of each other siting in pyramid fashion Ain’t no one got the swag to rock a hasttag hat pancake stack backwards but crewman, that’s a given hey wordplay, thursday, slurpy 7/11 the day after my birthday Yo november the sixth, party hardly startlingly to kick until the crow plays yo I’m on the earth in a big way, spread my wings and fly, eat a cheesecake I’m baked, pay me, that’s a cheesecake yeah ho this the finale, my dog walk turned into a house party but what’s a house to a crow party,? We need a nest a sex den, a work desk, we the best, just flex just flex dropping 8 bit swift remix, get the dance floor wet I’m an MC, a DJ, a renegade rap god, a playwright and artist plant gardens, shipping container dream house, solar arden be unguarded, live in the world, the crows home is yours girl trust murderous, no rewind me, the murder is us! living with the crowman, heaven on earth you get a back rub when get home from work living with the crowman beers on the stoop raise a bottle cheers, heres to you

Middle of nowhere The year is getting harder to bear Where am I gonna end up You gotta get out my head I’m in love with the size of my head getting head, on an unmade bed and gettin up and making the bed I’m a 26 year old try hard I don’t even gotta try hard I just start to talk and it comes out dribble driblle driblle occasional gold star Oh I really want to make it big really I don’t give a shit You wanna work or you wanna go to church Or you wanna get pissed yeah Hey. I never thought I’d cause a ruckus mixtape, murda buisness, all in public I might look like a fool to you But I also look like a fool to me too Thank god for the ocean party those bros know how to party cos I’m a legend, hometown celeb leak my own nudes onto the net Round and round, up and down Through a bar in newtown g and t, I’m pretty axed I wanted to make the night a classic but I went home, fucked it up hugged the wrong people, did the right drugs yeah The picture that I paint for ya Is not really Crowman Middle Of nowhere Breathin in the midsummer air Fallin in love again I wanna get outta my head Thinkin bout bleaching my hair Double dare coffee feeling wrecked waking up a ten am Wonder if she’s thinking of me Or milan, somewhere in alicante

Yeah Vape clouds, dissipate faster than smoke like mist and rain, ciggie butt of a joke lungs full up, drowning, choke, don’t want to drink I don’t like the feeling I’m on tour in the states, body reeling no fruit, double down on the ruebens, at the bodega getting cheese steaks, delphia Hanks very much, Tom boy server I’ll tip you 2 dollars feel like a million. Wave my hand in front of my face, experience Nasdaq dropping ten floors, It’s snowing. Vape, Vape, Vape, Vape Inside the tote we gonna blaze.

Thanks for the beat, dude from sydney hard to rhyme over but pretty sweet hi-fidelity, beautiful trap I nearly don’t need to rap Walking in portland rain, looking for ganja, watching the master hammer head shark ya, all of my weaknesses into the pasta More of the same style, guess again I’m rolling my eyes meat pies, family sized basically leave it for afters You wanna be happy, happy with life CROWMAN Liberty social DJs wednesday night! YEAH I’m killing it living it fantasy boys club talking on the internet murda business Dogsnake on that league of legends shouts outs Hillsy, Oliver, Troy, Molloy, and Solomon thomas I’m playing the jungle, blue buff red buff, gotta be honest never been rekt trap that enemy inside my net stunning the aDc, killing the tank My team got my back Real Life I’m thinking bout starting a pro team I’m crowman, casting that leech seed I told you I couldn’t rap on this one Let the producer fly on, alone I’m in my zone A carlton draught I’m cooking at home Eating a cashew nut dip on a salada biscuit text on the phone says crowman, wanna make some theatre and wreck shit ah killin it Press delete, forget everything I’ve said so far We’ll restart, negative positive attached to the car straight at the heart, no firewall I wanna make it last wearing a dinger! Checking my pulse Fuck, it’s going so fast Can’t feel my feet I’m lifted and faded and dead on the beat Momentary reflief little death then it’s back on the streets waking to heat, I’m a policeman, every breath I breathe Stinging my throat You want a good line, the word play of crow The new silver castle of chairman, Daniel, thats a freak show. Bean counters wanna make the money stretch longer Need fountains of wayne to make the mummy get hotter eat mountains of shame and make the conscious softer Never been a better time, monster Listen to your inner voice, Listen to that inner child wrapped up in plastic Smash your desires and act like a madman back of a wagon the 80’s were rad man 2016 the year of the ram Do twenty backflips, cartwheels and Oh man sunsets over, people dying I'M A CROWMAN!

Gobbledygook Hobbling Shoe All of the new rollicking crew Possibly knew the Obvious truth Follow the money used it wipe my poop Yeah I play a game with a single word Handball court killer, serving curves Never needed to prove I was a GOD back in High School COS I WAS A GOD BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL Principals son, shitting in the admin building GOT LAID AT 14, toyota baby what a feeling long term girlfriends from outta town hackysack acrobat, going down hat skill freak, wearing paper crowns drama camp soldier, Warhammer clown

Soothsayer, baby making arch angel running round the city like I do danger fruit shaker, baby making wig maker eating on the toilet with the new make-up truth breaker, move you’re in the booth baby it’s my booth to use and your booth to lose jacob a hen’s tooth jacob, don’t lose your cool jacob I break your neck. Snap my cap back, hit snooze naked I’m on the groove sacred, barred up and naked to boot baby uh I’m still a youth lately, but fuck the school ladies helen hunting for the twister from the KFC dudes sister I got that number, text her. Forum six cinema: The sixth sense, cling to me, before I slip the finger into the cooch I'm wristing, twist round the barracuda and my popcorn got a hole in the bottom fit my little nugget, buttered up , you wanna hold something? Bruce Willis my jewels bitch. Bruce Willis my jewels.

UH It’s crowman on that happy shit capitalistic acquisition shit I bought a jeep shit He bought a jeep shit? Yeah I just wanna play around don’t need to panic, turn the frown upside down gonna keep it chill, from now until forever dance floors, sunny weather yeah This is crowman on that australian shit sunny day, sausage sizzle shit paralytic, kicking brains in on the gutter shit peanut butter shit Ok My favourite song of the year is this one Mess and noise polled the people said it’s number one Elia Kazan is a wonderful filmmaker Film my vacation, one with nature Yeah I got a sword in my bedroom hang it on the wall like a dead moose It represents my fire and my drive The life inside of mines like a higher plain of life yeah Dane certificate is magic I seen that motehrfukcer do shit Bottle of beer from his shoe shit Number on a card like whose is this? It mine how did you know THAT ha

Don’t forget IT I never been sweet on you Now and then It’s harder to breathe when I reach out my hand I’m only holding onto a SHAM Don’t remind I got work tomorrow hungover and I’m eating chocolate off your beautiful body So glad that you found me! I make an offer that you can’t refuse ten days on a cruise I wanna see you in your swimsuit Ocean blue, l cup of goon You’re going to the bathroom I felt sick but now I’m on pills Belly flips into thrill molly got me on that extra perk Who the fuck is greg from work? Bittersweet revenge song people love it Even if the girl involved is really nothing a composite of fantasies revenge fantasies hint of deceit maybe cheating If I show them scorn I get adored If the song builds to a kiss-off type of chorus They sing along And you do too cos dudes love other dudes brave enough to cut loose Calculating bitch pyscho ex tropes in a tv show Make- up sex Phone texts late a night Triple x I write a symphony on your body of bullshit Short skirts in the low lit bar watch on my writs fast car it’s not a myth it’s a telstar I can croon too how'm I doin so far?

UH Crowman going fuckwit with the gizzard fist Ignorant anthems, bounce in the mosh pit benji maddens, towelling off my body with the chicken twins Naked as the day I was born sucking my own dick Heaven sent, tote front bar on the sixteenth cool sounds, wonder if they’re gonna play the remix 2 pots, what? Can’t believe what they’re telling me The crowd might be decent, the rider is shit AND YOU LIKE THIS ONE Listen to the beat, it makes me wanna flame something theatre is a fucking joke, i just gotta say something If you don’t get crowds then your work is shit YOU GOTTA MAKE THE MONEY CROWMAN WITH THE GIZZARD FIST AH Who are my heroes? Fred Dusrt and the De La Roch Truest motherfuckers in the game, no RICK ROSS you’re kidding me, how about dead Prez and the politics? "politics can swallow dick", pro man come and backflip I care about the world, don’t you? Oblivious washing oil down the drain, who gives a shit? Questions, the verse is a bitter type a medicine IF you can’t determine what I think then good, I’m MYSTERIOUS here’s my problem I’m offensive, but you just fence sit I can have two brains, one dumb, one ethics I LISTEN TO HIP HOP AND I LOVE THAT SHIT I VOTED GREEN SINCE 18 FUCK THE GOVERNMENT

Yo. Just ate green refectory big brekky already been sex to me check my wallet no bones for the crow More money needed getting six pack for a show. No compromise. I fornicate wildly backflipping Ashleigh to the sound of a Harley Beachfront apartments right for the love-making Ask anyone, lovemaking’s salty I show my arse off on the balcony listen to the wind and whistle yeah hardly Not erect but more length than a ruler If I’m straight, you can call me straight shooter. I got more time for rhymes than frustration beachfront apartment, ripe for the lovemaking Pathetic wreck comparing my self to my enemies leaked nudes making me seem, small on screen love my body and the way that it looks taught myself how to cook. making potato salad with the cornichons making lamb racks on the barbecue making dahl with my own spice mix and ginger making love to the things that I’m eating

Australia Rich history of failure from angus sampson straight to fraser pig iron, do time on the convict island get fired, bullion steel and miley cyrus Joel madden, beard fanning, on trial and first in line for the firing squad to count backwards then between the eyes em! Flow violent: living in Melbourne gets me righteous Sydney Rd jewellers robbed at gunpoint: not lying around my house is safe as houses: until nightime friends on the bike path ride your bikes and keep your mace well within eyesight don’t get threatened get out and threaten em think with your head and not with the frightened yo, back to the land I drink and fuck in, it’s not worth nothing Oops, better get back to the pad and sip my longneck, quietly panicking! Aussie hip hop sounds like afternoons and barbecues summer festivals and platitudes about hard work I never worked hard, I’m child of privilege, PHD academic animal, stereo sonic NAH, day on the green New persona: I BANG PINGERS IN THE TENT WHILE THE BROS get LAID living the Australian dream, GET FUCKED UP, GET PAID Hilltop are working class, I work in finance top of the charts, climbing the highest peaking at 1a, drinking the finest waking up on tiles, in a fitness first bathroom gotta get my swell on, get shredded fuck knows who I’m gonna meet this weekend

Reading shit on the laptop, my eye’s feel weird haven’t been outside for two years the dungeon I live in is the internet I’m into corners that haven’t been invented yet I can get into anything, given the spare time rub one out to a screensaver of vinyls spinning I can get into anything given spare time yo Curtis Wakeling, masturbating shame faced expose of online dating label mating, with Gentlemaning our baby grows up m call it Tyler, creating outdated, dr dreing, detox dropped acid at the happening risk legacy, board gaming From the USSR to AMERICA INVADING I played woodelves and shaven in 40k played eldar and blood angels yeah civilisation, sid meyer making money online, shameless

Oh my god I need a friend A friend called crewman yo This fucking program that I’m writing on always misspells my name to say crewman That’s fucking insane You know who it is I don’t need to explain, right Coming at you like a fucking freight train, light beer from tasmane with the tiger on the bottle going full throttle at this twee piece of shit production ableton live, fuckit, can’t decipher it this is probably from 2009, or some shit Cups of the Carlton All my people been here Send me a fuck to give, I don’t have any Talking like click hole , I’m at the dendy watching interstellar with mconenehy hamfisted dialogue but god it’s great time travel wormholes up in space oscar worthy cgi, anne hathaway You’ve got a friend in crewman Yo Shed my skin like a golden cobra/bask in the sun light up a Jay, never toked from a bong byron bay hydro, or home grown in wollongong shout out to my brother STEVE, the force is strong Yeah Cups of the Carlton Bitches in my old phone I’m serial, Sarah Koenig, come and get some this american life, drenched in my come I’d wank over a podcast, it’s not an object This verse is really dumb Are you drunk right now Yeah probably son.

Crowman Go slow man No joke man keep a lotta iphone codes man blow loads man I’m a pro man with more flow than a glow worm glows man Freakshow man YO snap the wisteria out the window 6 second vine upload on pro account and make a million views fly bird on a wing on, got a new york subway map tattoo I’m tumbling headfirst into a digital revolutsh My wordplay resists deciphering, it’s timeless, call it shakespeare if shakespeare was really 4 or more guys, with their ears pierced I’m crasy insane loco man soy loca con mi tigre shakira got that tiger pacing cages like an inmate shout out to the slaves in golboun gaol, high security I’d Skype an adman syed type of male, new psychopathy I”m shouting people jugs of coopers pale, such generosity I’m tryina say I’m empathetic getting made by the family I’m eating off your plate, getting paid, rap anxiety Nations state is failing, out of date, new world remedy Preaching to the choir, kissing babes, singing melodies Lowering me down, dead in a grave, happy family It's crowman

I don’t have no time to think patience is a virtue, I don’t care gotta get the beers and get ahead crowman rushing out mixtape of the year Future of Music USB stick reclining lines from my old shit Bandcamp is the scourge of music If i ever put my shit on there again, abuse me Only get the plays for the first track anyway how I am meant to do a 17 track mixtape every gig I get a six pack fee that Dainis Lacey, FOM executive heard about my music wanted in with it Offered me a deal i gotta sweeten it upfront, i’m gonna need a little something Dainus was visibly shaking I said a six pack He ran his hands through his golden hair, shitting his dacks Countered me and offered a bottle of white wine I said alright, a ripple of tension cracked in the room I felt a huge portentous fate had flowered into bloom Prophetic vision struck me and out came this kila tune if I’m the future of music then I don’t have time to lose